Jessie M. Waddell
What perilous upbringing could spawn this insatiable quest for adventure? From what sultry jungle, from what bitter tundra, from what dusty high-noon corral could have sprung forth your plucky protagonist?
Well it’s simple really. I’m just your garden-variety byproduct of the back-to-the-land movement of the late ’70s, born in (literally) a solar-powered hermitage ranch in remote northern Idaho.
Something of a wee wordsmith, I emerged from my intellect closet upon leaving the tiny logging village of my youth. Thus began university studies focused primarily on journalism, Spanish, history and Latin American politics; and travels throughout Alaska, North Carolina, Mexico, Guatemala, Europe and my beloved Pacific Northwest.
Degrees clenched in inky fist, I have wandered and roamed in my gypsy caravan-esque Subaru, parked most often in Portland, Oregon. But the time has come to freelance write in earnest. This site is meant to entertain, inform and chronicle my grueling ascent to self-employment superstardom. So come along, won’t you, as I ford the swollen Amazon of global adventure.
~So, what? You’re too good for myspace now?
Nah. I still keep up with my space. This site is just more public and accessible and less filled with obnoxious advertising.
~Who is this jmowa character?
Oh don’t worry. It’s still me. It’s just for those who are into the brevity thing and creating names out of the first letters of all their names (in the proud tradition of k-fed).
October 31, 2009 at 6:47 am
I’ve taken a break from bringing in the cattle at this solar-powered hermitage ranch, so that I can put the finishing touches on my costume. No it’s not a cow.
Sumewa