Sam Who?

I  like to write, in general…  journaling, poems, stories, lyrics.  I like to pair things I write up with personal photos, or songs…  for fun, to vent, to share…  but no, I’m not really Sam…

Samantha Mariah Jane is a name my mother called me when I was a child.  I’m not sure why.  It’s not even remotely close to my real name. Usually, she called me this when I was in trouble.  So, you would think I would not have liked it much. You would think, which is precisely why sometimes thinking does a person absolutely no good.   I always thought Samantha Mariah Jane had a nice ring to it.  It is, undoubtedly, more interesting than my real name and many years later – I still like the name.  I thought it was only fitting to use it as a pen name of sorts for this blog – where I not only feel the need to be somewhat anonymous, but also hope to appear at least a bit more interesting than I am in “real life” as well.   Ironically, this is also a place where I feel like I am more real, more like myself, than anywhere else.

Writing grounds me. It’s like therapy to me, and I can’t get enough of it in my real life.  So, this blog is my retreat, my journal, my outlet.  I sometimes need to force myself to find time to come here – to take the time when life is so relentlessly busy.  I’ve learned that I need a place like this. I always have, really. A place that I can slip away to – back to myself.

For those of you looking for a little more info other than, “I like to write”, well, I’m also a woman, wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend,  employee, student (again),  skeptic, believer, dreamer, survivor, and lover of words, music, photography, animals and (more often than not) life.  (Not necessarily in that order and subject to change!)

Thanks for visiting and reading…  and, if anything I share here helps you in any way as you travel along your own path – or even just amuses you, perhaps allowing you to slip away to your own temporary retreat –  then, I am happy to be sharing here.

Take care,
Samanthamj

“It’s just an ordinary morning. It’s just an ordinary day.
And, I’m just an ordinary woman… slipping away”

Ordinary Morning, by Sheryl Crow