“Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;
his love endures forever.
Let the redeemed of the Lord tell their story—”
Hi! My name is Lindsey.
It’s splendid to meet you. It really is.
Welcome to Where the Wildflowers Grow, which is a blog I created to document life in college. I graduated a year ago and now, I document life not in college (life is pretty rad either way.) Once (on a coaster), I read, “If you look, you will find with some certainty that joy is in the spaces in between.” This space is part of the adventure of lifting up rocks and looking under the couch to find the joy that’s there.
I don’t have that much about life figured out, but I do make a mean pot of coffee, so I’ve got that going for me. I’m living in Birmingham, Ala., where I’m the associate editor at B-Metro magazine.Basically, I captain our ship on the stormy Sea of Grammar. It’s hard, but somebody has to do it, y’know? In my free time, I am usually singing out of key, Instagramming cups of coffee, digressing inside of a set of parenthesis, or reading books.
I have penchants for wildflowers (obviously), the Pilgrims, Fitzgerald, giraffes, and getting nostalgic. Oh, and I am pro Oxford comma, and you should be, too.
I hope I’m not moving too fast, but I can tell that we are going to be friends. Speaking of, you can contact me by sending me an email at email@example.com or follow me on Twitter at @lindseyrlowe .
(And in case you’re wondering, here’s why I blog.)
Thanks so much for hanging out!
“Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and fall again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.” –Virginia Woolf