I must credit a folk group called Eddie from Ohio for the title of this blog. They’re a favorite band and I was particularly taken with a song of theirs called Fly, which is the story of a young boy that doesn’t quite fit in and doesn’t see how special he is, but he doesn’t let that stop his dreams. I admire this boy. I hope he’s not just a work of fiction.
When I first started this blog, it was a place for me to think about what it meant being a transplant. I’m from D.C., but I uprooted my life and moved to New York City in 2003. But that was a lifetime ago now. It took a long time, but it’s not such a big subject for me anymore.
This blog has had a few lifetimes. Right now it is my place to think about art, which is mostly writing, and some photography. I also knit, spin and weave, but I find I’m not drawn to blogging about it very often. But sometimes. But now I am reaching for my lifelong dream of being a writer, so this blog gives me a space to think about writing and gather up the courage to reach for my dreams. Like that young boy.