Teresa and I had purchased the house in Montgomery, Texas, in 2010 so I could be closer to my aging mother who was struggling with dementia in a memory care unit in Houston. Her condition had deteriorated significantly during the past four years of her stay there while the long-term care policy critical to our financial stability neared the end of its benefit period in that blazing hot Texas summer of 2011. My mom needed to move to a less expensive place… I had equal parts of fear and dread at the thought of moving her, but I was in a search and rescue mode for a place closer to our Worsham Street home in Montgomery while my wife Teresa kept a busy schedule in her job managing the mercantile department of the Mast General Store a thousand miles away from me in Columbia, South Carolina.
I was in the middle of writing my third nonfiction book, desperately seeking a publisher and/or a literary agent who could locate a publisher for me. You have to build a brand, I was told with every rejection. Red’s Rants and Raves (my first blog on WordPress) wasn’t setting the right tone for my “serious” writing. Seriously? Nobody was more critical of human frailty than The Red Man, our rescued Welsh terrier, but I got the hint.
The premier for my second blog, I‘ll Call It Like I See It, was on August 02, 2011. Nine hundred ninety-nine posts thirteen years later was a number I couldn’t have imagined when I started this amazing ride that began as a solo journey with zero followers. In November of 2011 Shirley Baranowski Cook from my hometown of Richards, Texas became the first email subscriber joined by my cousin Melissa Bech, Worsham Street neighbor Lisa Martin and college roommate Robyn Whyte – all in December of that year. I was no longer alone on the journey.
The cyberspace universe has been magical for me – my readers who are now loyal subscribers and social media followers have become friends whose comments make me laugh when I need a laugh, inspire me to keep going when I wonder if anyone finds me that horrible word for old women with white hair: irrelevant. I developed an Honor Roll of Friends, but I had so many names I was overwhelmed by the numbers and didn’t dare risk overlooking anyone.
Just know that I treasure each of you who has made part or all of this journey with me – I hope you know you made the Honor Roll. If you are in doubt, just ask.
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P.S. In 2012 I’ll Call It Like I See It: A Lesbian Speaks Out was published. The Red Man was delighted and quick to claim credit for giving me my start.
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12 responses to “before the brand came The Red Man”
You are lights in the blogverse my friend. Keep on keeping on, and kiss that handsome adogable for me!
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Cindy, your words inspire me to stay in the fray. Your images never fail to remind me of why we must rise above it.
Thank you so much for your kindness.
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Red Man surely did deserve much credit!
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You should know since you and your countless travelers made the journey with us through the years! Your blog and you always brighten my journey, give me smiles, and more than that, hope for whatever is good in humankind.
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you are kind. We do go back rather a few years! Our work is lucky to mostly reflect the good in humanity. A relief to bring smiles and hope in this crazy world.
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It is a relief that we need.
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You are not, nor ever will be, irrelevant. You are my most favorite story teller ever. Red Man was the GOAT!
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Yours is one of those comments that definitely delivers both a smile and inspiration with one fell swoop. Thank you, Ann. Your unwavering support from those early years through it all has kept the stories coming. I wish you had known my grandmother, the OG storyteller. You would have loved her!
The Red Man and Pops shared GOAT status.
They live on for us, don’t they?
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I would’ve adored your gran. She would have a ready audience for any tale she spun.
And yes, those two opinionated terriers will live on as long as we do.
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You could have joined my grandfather and me at her little round kitchen table – had a lunch of fresh cream peas, fried squash, hot water cornbread, fresh sliced tomatoes – and maybe, if you were really lucky, some chicken and dumplings. Fried pineapple pies for dessert.
After lunch we would sit around listening to whatever mischief the relatives had gotten into that week. My grandfather, you and I would have made a great audience for her stage.
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Dementia is such a tragedy and scary too. All the best . The internet has changed our lives.
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Yes, the internet has changed our lives!
That is the good news, and sometimes the bad news…
Thank you for the comment.
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