Once upon a time, a long time ago, I dreamed of becoming an actress so I could act out the stories my mother wrote. Later, but not too much later, I also wanted to be an artist so I could illustrate them.
Then I was accepted at Princeton and, with a bit of prodding, figured I should go. There I met Emmet Gowin, and I abandoned both acting and painting (mostly) for photography.
After college I taught kids how to tell stories with photographs and how to make cyanotypes and use pinhole cameras, which was all good fun but did not pay enough to cover my Boston rent, even with a side business catering dinner parties.
A friend convinced me to go into marketing, which led to writing, and for more than 20 years I’ve written corporate stories and fundraising stories and a few things in between.
One day in 2012, on a pure lark, days before my 25th college reunion, I started this blog as a place to put some things I was curious about and write stories about those things, too.
My professional life happens at Kindred Place, a counseling center that specializes in working with families. My personal life happens in a century-old house, surrounded by people and dogs who love me enough to let me keep writing and making art, so I won’t get lost.
That’s the story for now. Another day I might write a different one.
All words and images © Jennifer Balink, 2021