My name is Rebekah. 

I’ve the privilege of being birthed and bred in the sultry, Gothic South with its curious mix of ghosts from past sins as well as all the kindness and hospitality one can project from a lipstick-laden smile. And though that makes my past and present, that certainly does not complete my makeup as I am, in truth, only a half-breed. My mother’s Midwestern cultivation brought fluffy dumplings in our chicken soup, though she was quite proficient in proper Southern fixings such as cornbread and grits. A true Iowan with all the right Deep South seasonings. But I hardly touched makeup until I was in college, and I’m careful to never drop my g’s. I’m a peculiar blend of berth and blood, and I’m quite content to settle in that tension. 

My lifelong love is my pen. I obtained my degree studying English and Creative Writing, Teaching English as a Second Language, and Religious Studies from Mississippi University for Women, a small and beautiful little campus nestled in Historical Downtown Columbus. And it was in this little plot of land where my imagination and dreams grew well beyond the confines of the space I had always known. I had always wished to travel, never having journeyed terribly far from Mississippi, and somewhere between my twenty-second and twenty-fourth birthdays, I managed to visit eight countries. And that still seems to be such a small number for me. I believe in using gift, talent, and passion to the fullest that each allows in a given time of our lives. I am inspired by any number of people who use what they have to share their loves and even if such a passion does not match mine, it inspires me because I have things I love too, and if these people can create a full life of what they chase, then so can I.

A few things about me: I always keep fresh flowers in the house as often as there are fresh flowers to be found. Sometimes in the winter months I get to use evergreen.

I regularly seek the company of a good book or a lonely stroll.

I also seek with absolute fervency the strengthening and creation of relationships and community. I seek experiences filled with family, friends, church, travel, writing, my dog, reading, thrift shops, yarn, coffeehouses, good food, teatime, movies, live music, hospitality, wine, snail mail & parcels, the ocean, authentic conversations, intentional living, and long walks around my ‘hood.

4 thoughts on “The Writer

  1. the worst drivers, and just oblivious, not aggressive. And when it snows or rains they all get out and drive. Saying this as a MS delta boy living in Franklin married to a Nashvillean who agrees.

    1. I’m so amazed at how polite everyone is here and how unbelievable they can be on the road! But I’m also very willing to admit that my small-town background did not prepare me for a larger town having to accommodate more than 20,000 people.

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