A Reluctant Blogger

I find it incredibly hard to believe anyone will want to read this. That what I write and think will matter or be of interest to anyone out there in the world. But I was given the advice by a former editor to start up a blog. Blog. I don't even like the word blog but here it is. Happy Mr. Former Editor? So I have no idea how often I will write here or even what I will write. I've christened it Rurality as that is the type of filter I generally view the world through. I live in a rural community in Indiana and we farm. Not the warm and fuzzy organic farming or the back to the land delusional kind but the "Hey America this is why your food has been so incredibly cheap that you can afford flat screen TV's wider than most shacks in the slums of South America" kind of farming. (Can I get a Amen up there in Heaven, Earl Butz?) We farm several thousand acres of grain but we are still a "family farm" which is a term that gets thrown around a lot in an election year. I have subscriptions to Top Producer and Successful Farming that are tempered with Vogue and Vanity Fair. I once particularly enjoyed the confused look of my mailman when they came on the same day. I have a four year old son that I promise not to write too much about even though he is pretty great. I also have a husband of almost seven years who is better than I deserve. So ultimately I don't know what this is going to be but it will be organic and evolve on its own. Maybe some farming. Maybe some fashion. I am obsessed and interested in a lot of things that will probably surface but I guess we'll just have to wait and see. America, I am just sure you are breathless with anticipation.