My name is Geri. I grew up high in the Colorado mountains with my un-ordinary parents and two brothers. My childhood was filled with adventure, fears, sadness and wonderment. We lived unconventionally. Home was often a tent or an RV and we lived without electricity or running water much of the time. Sometimes we got clean in the river, sometimes we got clean-ish in the horse trough.
While I was growing up my Daddy was diagnosed with colon cancer and he died after battling it for five years when I was sixteen years old. It wasn’t until after he died that I began to realize that my childhood was unlike everyone else’s. The strange way I grew up gave me an unusual prospective on life, which has been both a blessing and a curse.
I have been a writer all of my life. I started keeping journals at the age of six and wrote my first novelette at the age of seven. Boxes of journals and notebooks that I still keep chronicle the story of my young life. As an adult, dozens and dozens of journals tell the story of my escape from the life style I once knew with my parents and how I learned to embrace my past and see everything with gratefulness.
I married very young when I was just nineteen to a man who has kept me motivated and in love for the past sixteen years. We have two incredible sons who are having a childhood that is nothing like the one that I knew. Despite the fact that they are growing up with running water and electricity I am working hard to instill in them the strength my childhood gave me.
I had worked as a paid ghostwriter for several years but found the work un-fulfilling. I decided that I would rather be paid nothing to write beautiful marvelous things than to be paid to write ‘stuff’. So this blog is born under the dream that if I am true to myself, if I write what I know and love what I write, that people will hear in me a voice that speaks to their passions, heartaches, hopes or loneliness. Because I have been there, I have been swallowed by the pain that life can dish out and I have felt the overwhelming joy of it too. I have learned that there is almost always something to laugh about and that love and forgiveness is the secret to laughing more often. No matter how life unfolds itself to me, I have discovered that in everything there is a gift. I hope so much that these stories will be a gift to my readers.
This blog is about life in all its wild variations from someone who cares. I write based on an inspiring theory that in everything there is wonder and beauty. These stories are all about Geri, and the Beautiful Things.
G.R.

