30 Dec
30Dec

I began working in a hair salon when I was 16, as of this entry, I am 50. That’s 34 years of working in the world of beauty, which is ironic, because I’m not really a girlie-girl. I used to wonder why or how I ended up in this career. Eventually, I discovered it was more about connecting with clients than the actual act of doing hair. I now see it is as my ministry. 

I’ve loved to write as long as I can remember. I write because it feels like breathing to me. It is my passion. People’s stories amaze me. Inspire me. Change me. It’s no big surprise that God has now filled my heart with countless stories and a deep desire to be a speaker and a writer. 

When I began to pursue a career in writing, I naively thought God had new things in mind for me and I would be able to step away from my styling chair. And while I still believe He has more for me…I don’t think He’s done with me in my sweet little “beauty shop”. This role gives me intimate access into the lives of so many amazing people, primarily women.  It has been and is still a complete honor and blessing to be able to serve my community in such a special way. Being a hairstylist has allowed me to create life-long friendships, provide for my family and become a better writer through immersion in this thing we call life. That’s what I call a win-win-win.

As for the backroads…I love, love driving the backroads of this beautiful world we live in. Around my home in North Georgia, I often take the scenic route. I see train tracks and wonder where they lead. Windy, mountain roads.. dusty, well-worn paths..trees overhanging the roadway with sunlight spilling through..these things refresh my soul.  

In essence, Backroads and my little Beauty Shop have created in me a passion for creating stories. Stories and inspiration that I now share with you. I pray you are encouraged by each post, each email, each interaction with me. Thank you for being a part of my journey and thank you for allowing me to be a part of yours. 

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