Hi, I’m Emily, and this is the “About Me” page, which I write with a sense of futility—for what can I say to make myself known? Even if you were to stalk all of my social media accounts, even if you were to read my diary, there’s nothing as personal as presence, and the fact remains that the only way to really get to know someone is to spend time with them. (Social media is great for creating misimpressions, by the way.) So please don’t assume a false intimacy with me based on this!
Anyway, for what it’s worth, I’m a country girl from a dirty, little town called White Swan. A bookkeeper by day. A lover of words and all things Biblical by night. Sometimes I want to be a photographer because “a picture is worth a thousand words.” But then I’m content to be a writer because a picture will never tell you the whole story.
I answer to many names, some of them wildly misleading (Em Gem, Shorty, Cinderella, Two Bits, Emmeline, Half Pint, Flint, Amelia Bedelia). The IT guy calls me Grandma when I ask for technical support; my brother-in-law calls me The Second Wife when he wants me to make him a cup of tea; and my niece called me Mama when she was a baby, before she learned how to say my name.
But enough about me… Jesus spent most of his earthly life in his small hometown, and people were surprised that he even knew how to read. He wasn’t married, wasn’t very attractive, and wasn’t a stranger to sorrow. So I’ll try to keep it “real” here, if you know what I mean.
Hope you leave richer.