Hi, I’m Emily, and this is the “About Me” page, which I write with a sense of futility. 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. So please don’t assume a false intimacy with me based on this!
Anyway, for what it’s worth, I’m a farmer’s daughter from a 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, Tiger, 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.
Speaking of names, this blog was originally The One Hundred Camel Woman. Because, some years ago, an Arab man told my younger sister and me that we were “expensive”–meaning, by traditional Middle Eastern standards, that he thought we were worth many camels (Pierrre Fontenot explains it all here). This appraisal became something of a joke back home, and so, when I finally succumbed to the pressure to start a blog, the title was a given… But I’m not so fond of that label anymore.
Jesus Christ 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.