Alaskan Grown Freelance Writer 🤍 Lover of Prose
Former Deckhand & Barista 🤍 Always a Pleaser & Eggshell-Walker
Lifelong Animal Lover & Whisperer 🤍 Ever the Student & Seeker
Traveler 🤍 Dreamer 🤍 Wanderer
Happily Lost 🤍 Luckily in Love
Bringing Swanky Back
🖤 I have always loved everything vintage: cars, houses, fashion, décor, you name it. Maybe it is the old soul in me, but the term "modern" really doesn't hold much interest for me. I would much prefer to see more of the timeless sophistication of the bygone eras.
Stop Overthinking and Just Write.
I've always wanted to be a writer. Okay, that's not entirely true. First, I wanted to be a professional singer. Next, was a professional basketball player. But, before the dust settled on my adolescence, I knew that I wanted to put pen to paper (or finger to key) and share my (then even more limited) thoughts, insights, and creative ideas with the world.
The Wanderby Whose Name Means "Gift"
Liwu at the Harbor, Fort Bragg, CA 2009 I still remember the day that he came into my world. It was shortly after Hurricane Katrina had forced us to relocate to Baton Rouge, and I was feeling lonelier than I had in a long time. I had been praying and asking for a friend and spending my days in bed, feeling sorry for myself.
I Left My Heart in Seward
Seward Municipal Boat Harbor. Seward, AK. © 2010 Lena Folkert It is one of the most basic and foremost questions we ask someone we meet. "Where are you from?" I must say that for an introvert like myself, meeting new people and answering personal questions ranks about the same as job interviews and seeing flashing blue and red lights in the rearview mirror. But, as you will see, when asked about where I am from, I suddenly have to fight the urge to ramble on and on. . .