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Welcome to my Porch.

Pour yourself some coffee or make a cup of tea. There’s iced tea in the fridge or maybe you’d like a soda.

What would you like to talk about today?

Not sure. That’s ok.

We can sit here together, watch the hummingbirds, and listen to the cows and horses in the fields around me.

JUST A QUICK NOTE BEFORE YOU CONTINUE: This site has been on sabbatical since February 2022. Between then and now, I have only written a few posts. While I have decided to forge ahead with my writing, I have also decided not to invest time to edit each post before March 21, 2024, to verify the links.

Photo by R. Kojetin


In 2015, I was looking to relocate out of Northern Illinois. The winter of 2013/2014 and the winter of 2014/2015 had been harsh: the first brought the second-highest winter snows on record, while the second brought -50° chill temperatures. By February, I was online looking for homes.

My list of non-negotiable requirements for my new home included a front porch. I wanted that sheltered space where I could sit and have my morning coffee and breakfast while the dogs enjoyed some outdoor roaming while still not roaming free. I wanted a place where I could sit on a swing and read a book. I wanted to be able to sit outside and listen to the rain. I wanted an extension of the inside so I could connect with the world.

To me, a porch is the perfect place to sit and have in-depth conversations about anything. Before I moved to a house with a porch, I would sit on my driveway almost every summer morning. One neighbor would cross her lawn with her tea or cola, and we would sit together and talk about our families, our lives, our struggles, our jobs, and the world. Sometimes, other neighbors would venture up the drive to say good morning and join us.

So, welcome to my porch.