In 2016, I moved to the Cincinnati area to work as a content editor at a non-profit organization. Here, my best friend and fellow writer Laura and I keep busy by dreaming of where we’re headed and making the most of our days (and keeping the local Macaron Bar in business).
Oh, and then there’s the boy—our dachshund, Dudley. All stomach that dog, and he wears his little heart on his furry sleeve.
When I started my blog, we lived at the top of a hill overlooking a goose pond. I called it Goose Hill. But we recently moved to a nicer apartment. However, as Ishmael said, “It is not down in any map; true places never are.” Goose Hill has also been a figurative place—a way of thinking—of viewing the world.
I’m always changing my view of things—always trying to look at life and its dealings from a different perspective. But of this I am sure: between the lines, life is poetry, tragic and beautiful—or at least that’s how I choose to see it from my view on Goose Hill.
If you’re up for seeing things from a different point of view, rethinking what you thought you knew, or learning random facts that could very well win you a million dollars some day on a trivia game show, then you’ve come to the right place.
I’d love to hear your perspective too, so please start a conversation in the comments or follow me at Sarah Eshleman Author Page on Facebook.
Welcome to Goose Hill. Just, please. . . watch your step and, whatever you do, don’t feed the geese.