My name is Ingrid. I’m a small-town girl loving life on the farm. Our little homestead sits in a beautiful glacial valley in the northeast corner of Indiana. We raised four sons here and now that they’ve gone out into the world, we look forward to rare visits from all four at once.
My passion is telling stories, yours and mine.
I grew up in a little stone house at the edge of a small Midwestern town. Years before we moved there, a previous owner covered his simple wood frame house with big rocks of all shapes and sizes. Set together with mortar, like bricks, the stones transformed a plain square structure into a unique, fanciful cottage with curved archways and an attached grape arbor. Growing up in that stone house fueled my childhood daydreams and offered the perfect setting for a little girl’s vivid imagination.
I wrote stories, poetry and plays and dreamed of one day of writing books like the ones that captivated me. Instead, what I grew up to write was “the news”. I took a job at our local newspaper the summer after my freshman year at college. I loved the atmosphere of the newsroom and the people I worked alongside. Instead of going back to college, I stayed in the newsroom and got the best hands-on education possible. Before long, I was not just a typist, I was a reporter. My favorite assignments involved interviewing and writing about interesting individuals in our community.
I was telling stories!
I worked off-and-on for the newspaper, managed a flower shop and took an office job in our local school corporation until we had our third son. I then “retired” to home school our children. Over the next 20 years, most of my creative energies went toward teaching my own children and other homeschooled kids how to write. Now that our sons are young adults (and several are writers), I’ve returned to writing stories.
That’s my writing cabin in the photo above. I’ve named it Selah, a biblical term which means “to pause and reflect”. My husband had it built from logs we’d been storing in our barns. It’s a small space with no running water or electricity, but it sits at the edge of a pond within a short walk of our house. On a warm day, the cabin’s porch is my favorite place to write. The pond and cabin were also the site of a family wedding.
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We’ll be sharing stories here ~ mine and yours ~ because sharing them is a sacred act. Our stories are our legacy.
In addition to what you read here and in my newsletter, Slice of Life, I’ve published essays online and in a beautiful anthology. I also wrote and self-published a little book of my dad’s stories growing up in a small town during The Great Depression.
I am honored to have contributed to Grit & Grace: A Women Writing Anthology, a collection of poetry, fiction and essays is written by authors from throughout the Midwest. The pieces are featured alongside prints of beautiful, original artwork, also by area artists. Grit & Grace is available on Amazon.
One Man’s Work, a collection of stories from my Dad’s life, was a labor of love and a gift presented to him for Father’s Day some years ago. My Dad passed away in 2019, less than two years after Mom. Dad was a storyteller at heart and I’ll never regret the time I spent listening to his memories and recording them for this slim volume that became his legacy for generations to come. Writing down his stories and memories from growing up during the depression, serving in the U.S. Air Force and working in and around his hometown while he was alive to enjoy and share them gave us some of our best times together. He even joined me at a couple of book signings, adding his signature to mine. I encourage anyone with a storytelling family member — or who is a storyteller themselves — to capture those stories to share with others. One Man’s Work is available through me by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “One Man’s Work” in the subject line.
Other places my essays have landed:
The Redbud Post ~ Redbud Writers Guild
KPC Media Group