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Thoughts on Authenticity & the Evolution of a Blog

April 15, 2011 at 9:01 am by Claudia

The wild roses that are everywhere on this property have sprouted leaves in the past two days. Soon pretty white roses will be bursting forth.

I’ve been thinking about blogging lately. Well, I always think about blogging, so to be more specific, the evolution of a blog has been on my mind. Blogging is such an individual, personal thing. To me, a compelling blog reflects that blogger’s personality, passions, humor and talents. What is it that draws us to a certain blog? What keeps us coming back? I think, to me, it is authenticity. If a blogger’s posts over a period of time give me a real sense of the person behind the blog and I find I like that person, I will usually keep coming back. The initial draw might be photography or a shared interest, but if I never get a sense of the ‘stuff” within that person, I’ll lose interest.

Of course, we all have to make a decision as to how much we share of ourselves. Every one of us has a line we draw that we won’t cross. Some things are too personal, too embarrassing, too private. As it should be. Some bloggers show photos of family, others choose not to. Some share their sorrows with us, others simply cannot. We have to be true to ourselves.

I’ve mentioned before that I consider my blog a sort of journal. My attempts to keep a diary or journal in the past were a failure. My husband writes in a journal fairly consistently. I admire that. When I discovered blogs, I was immediately fascinated. For me, the combination of words and photographs was the clincher. Wait, I’m figuring it out … I know what really did it for me….writing for myself wasn’t quite enough, but writing my thoughts, taking photographs, and then sharing them with others was. I was an actress for years. I like the response from an audience. It’s what makes the experience so powerful. It’s the conversation that happens, the back-and-forth that makes blogging so wonderfully satisfying. I can share my thoughts, knowing there are kindred spirits out there who will read them and understand and maybe, in turn, share a thought with me.

I installed the Feedjit widget recently. I’d seen it around on other blogs. Then my sister installed it and I thought I’d give it a try. I have other methods of checking stats but this particular widget shows me who is visiting my blog at any given time. It’s fascinating. And it tells me something I already knew – that many, many people visit, even read the blog regularly, and never leave a comment. And I’m fine with that. I have moments when I read a blog post and just don’t have time to leave a comment or don’t know what to say or am in a bad mood. I lurk on a few blogs. I do. Guilty.

But I do love the conversation, don’t you? I love getting comments and I love leaving comments. Because the ‘Yes, I get it’ or ‘Thank you’ or ‘I understand’ or ‘I’m so sorry’ or ‘Great job’ or even ‘I disagree’ means a great deal to me. It makes me smile or cry or laugh and reminds me that there is a world out there beyond mine. It gives me perspective.

Lilac buds.

As to the evolution of blogs –  I’ve been blogging for over 3 years and I’ve watched as others have found their own personal style of blogging. I’m sure if we all shared our first post and whatever blog design we had at the time, along with a current post, the change would be startling. MHC has gone through several transformations. I like the current look and don’t anticipate changing it for a long while. But it took me a while to get here.

My blog really is a journal. A shared journal. Sometimes a quick thought or two, sometimes a funny story or a tour of a city I’m working in; always my passions, my joys, my loves, my sorrows. I used to write posts to fit with a weekly meme or a special party and I still do that sometimes. But I’ve finally accepted that this blog is my journal. I share what’s happening in my life both here at MHC and away from home. The freedom to write what I need and want to on any given day is important to me. For me, that is the only way to share the authentic me with you. There’s a comfort in knowing and accepting what works for me. That ‘knowing’ is ultimately freeing.

I went through a period where I thought about what to do to bring in more readers, what things I could add that might make this a ‘bigger’ blog, if you know what I mean. I pondered all those ideas. Shorter posts? Occasionally, but I love to write. I’m a talker. Anything else wouldn’t be me. A certain ‘look’ and lots of ads? Didn’t feel right for me. Eventually, I stuck with my gut. I have no real desire to compete on that level. It’s not my thing. In making that decision, I found my voice.

My goal? To write honestly. To write the way I speak – well, maybe a little better than that – so that when we meet in person someday, you will recognize me. I want you to say, “She’s exactly as I imagined her to be.” No surprises.

This blog has become an extension of me. It’s the right fit. I like that.

How has your blog evolved? Tell me about your blog journey. What is the right fit for you? What draws you to a blog and makes you want to go back for a return visit? I’d love to hear your thoughts. As always.

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DIY – The Jumping Jacks Have a Home

April 13, 2011 at 1:58 pm by Claudia

I give you Exhibit A:

Don’s collection of Jumping Jacks in need of a proper home after being stuck in the back of the kitchen hutch for 5 years.

I give you Exhibit B:

Section of kitchen wall between the chalkboard and the cushioned bench. Because I had to hang the chalkboard above the light switch, I’ve always felt that the area below the switch needed something to tie it all together. What to do?

Your Honor, I propose a solution:

Cup hooks (which I had on hand already) added to a piece of trim that was originally intended for the chalkboard but didn’t quite work out. I found it in the shed, where all things I don’t know what to do with end up.

Some paint – left over from painting the dollhouse shutters, saved in a glass jar and residing in the pantry.

Then attached to the wall with screws that were painted the same color as the rest of the piece. Oh, and the cup hooks were also painted. No shiny brass for me. Oops, except for the doorknob and lock to the right. Hmmmm – a future project?

Each Jumping Jack assigned his/her very own cup hook.

Behave, you guys!

And there you have it.

I like little touches of whimsy in my home. The finished project connects the color of the chalkboard and the red of the Roman shades and bench.  And it made Don smile. Me, too.

Cost? Nothing.

That’s my kind of DIY project.

(Sorry for the graininess in some of the photos. This area is always hard to shoot because it is flanked by a window and a door with a window. To top it off, it is cloudy and rainy today. That’s why there are some variations in light and color.)
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Make sure to scroll down and read my book review, posted earlier today. I really love this book and think you will, too. And I’m giving one away!

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Book Review: The Kitchen Daughter & a Giveaway

April 13, 2011 at 12:03 am by Claudia

Hello, friends. Today I am reviewing The Kitchen Daughter by Jael McHenry for TLC Book Tours. As always, I am provided with a copy of the book in exchange for my honest review.

About The Kitchen Daughter:

After the unexpected death of her parents, painfully shy and sheltered 26-year-old Ginny Selvaggio seeks comfort in cooking from family recipes. But the rich, peppery scent of her Nonna’s soup draws an unexpected visitor into the kitchen: the ghost of Nonna herself, dead for twenty years, who appears with a cryptic warning (“do no let her…”) before vanishing like steam from a cooling dish.

A haunted kitchen isn’t Ginny’s only challenge. Her domineering sister, Amanda, (aka “Demanda”) insists on selling their parents’ house, the only home Ginny has ever known. As she packs up her parents’ belongings, Ginny finds evidence of family secrets she isn’t sure how to unravel. She knows how to turn milk into cheese and cream into butter, but she doesn’t know why her mother hid a letter in the bedroom chimney, or the identity of the woman in her father’s photographs. The more she learns, the more she realizes the keys to these riddles lie with the dead, and there’s only one way to get answers: cook from dead people’s recipes, raise their ghosts, and ask them.

About the author:

Jael McHenry is a talented and enthusiastic amateur cook who blogs about food and cooking at the SIMMER blog, http://simmerblog.com. She is a monthly pop culture columnist and Editor-in-Chief of Intrepid Media, online at intrepidmedia.com. Her work has appeared in publications such as the North American Review, Indiana Review, and the Graduate Review at American University, where she earned her MFA in Creative Writing. She lives in New York City.

My review:

I dream of writing a novel some day. And I imagine the words I would want to read in a review are: “I couldn’t put it down!” Well – I couldn’t put this wonderfully written novel down. Jael McHenry has written a beautiful story – of love, loss, finding oneself, magic, mystery, cooking and family. Ginny, our protagonist, has been protected by her parents because of her inability to relate in a ‘normal’ manner to other people, to certain sounds, to physical touch. When her parents die unexpectedly, she is forced to come to terms with who she really is. That is a simple two sentence recap of the story. But there is so much more. Ginny loves to cook. She finds refuge and creativity in the process of cooking. It is her anchor. As she attempts to deal with the loss of her parents, cooking provides a necessary solace. When she is feeling scared or threatened, she visualizes the texture of foods, the way the food tastes, the steps in a recipe. That remembrance calms her. McHenry writes beautifully about food – the smells, tastes, textures. Anyone who loves cooking will love the beautifully written descriptions of creating a dish as well as the recipes that are included.

There is a magical element throughout the book. Ghosts appear with tantalizing words of advice; a few words here, an unfinished sentence there. As Ginny struggles to put it all together, to find the answer, you will find yourself cheering her on. As I grew to know Ginny, I was struck by the realization that we are all damaged in some way. Finding our truth, discovering who we really are and emerging triumphant in a world that wants to ‘name’ our problems, to narrowly confine us to a ‘category,’ is a challenge we all face. When we can do that, as Ginny ultimately does, we can fly.

This story takes place in Philadelphia. As some of you know, I went to graduate school in Philadelphia. As I was reading the description of Ginny’s house, which is on a block called “Portico Row,” something made me Google it because I thought it sounded awfully familiar. It turns out to be on Spruce Street between 9th and 10th.  I lived on Spruce and 10th during my first year in Philly.  I walked by those homes every day! I knew that neighborhood intimately so it was a double pleasure to read about it in this novel.

Jael McHenry has created a most wonderful character in Ginny. She has perfectly captured the way her mind works, how she protects herself in moments of stress, how she struggles to cope in a world that doesn’t understand her. I fell a little in love with Ginny. And isn’t that what one wants to do when reading a great story? My hat is off to the author. I cannot recommend this book highly enough.

Good news: the publisher has graciously offered a free copy of The Kitchen Daughter to one lucky reader of this post. If you are interested, please leave a comment. The comment has to be on this post. I will pick a winner on Saturday evening, April 16th.

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