I’m a blogging anarchist. I have nothing planned. Until my lightbulb goes off, I don’t know what I’m going to say. I have a lot of varied interests: history, photography, philosophy, religion, politics, ecology, technology. I’m a bit of a geek and I enjoy my toys. Serendipity is appropriate, I guess. Grab bag would work too.
I try to be on the right side of issues. I do my best to align with the righteous on the side of justice, kindness, and giving everyone the benefit of a doubt. I don’t always live up to my own best self, but I try. You are welcome. I ask only you don’t insult anyone, not me or anyone who comments here. I reserve the right to delete or edit your comments. Sometimes I delete comments because they’re too long. Extended interchanges are best done privately. I don’t want essays in comments.
Did I mention I love dogs? And photography? Words? I am perhaps excessively fond of cleverness and clever people. Plays on words make me giggle. My favorite piece of music is Beethoven’s 6th Symphony. Which doesn’t mean I don’t love country music, folk music, some very hard rock … I’m nothing if not eclectic.
As far as participating on this site, civility counts. Please be nice. We can be civil, even if we disagree.
Despite my egalitarian beliefs, I rule this site. Call me Your Majesty and kneel before me. This is not a public forum. For good or ill, I am a tyrant in this little space on the great big web.
If you want to fight, you can’t do it here. I won’t have my site become a battleground. I won’t host angry, lengthy or stupid arguments. There’s plenty of that on social media. On Serendipity, when I say the conversation is over, it’s over. If you want a brawl, there’s always Facebook.
I write about everything and nothing. That’s the joy of writing without a boss looking over my shoulder. After a lifetime of writing for a living, I treasure the freedom to do my thing, whatever that is.
This is a blog without goals. I’m a writer and photographer. I show off my pictures, write about stuff — personal, political, historical, current events or whatever — and try to have some fun, make a few friends. I am past the point where being goal-driven sounds like a good idea. I did that already. Now, I’m kicking back and you are welcome to hang out with me.
I try to answer every comment. If I miss, it’s an accident. I never fail to respond on purpose and if I’ve got a bone to pick with you, I will tell you, not leave you wondering what happened. That’s a promise. Sometimes I’m unavoidably delayed in responding, generally because I’ve got medical stuff going on — or I’m away from home. It happens. Please be patient.
Sometimes my husband, Garry Armstrong, writes a little something (or a not-so-little something) and shows off his photography. Rich Paschall posts on Sunday — my writer’s day off. I’m hoping to find one more dependable editor to join me in this enterprise. I could use one more day to take care of the rest of my life.
I offer you my memories via anecdotes, observations, occasional fiction, and photographs. The photos are mine unless otherwise indicated. If it’s a picture of me, you can bet I didn’t take it myself. I sometimes reblog posts I find interesting, funny or special. If it doesn’t sound like me, it probably isn’t.
Welcome. Please wipe your feet at the door. I’ve left a light on for you.