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Sympathy for the Blogger

With apologies to the Rolling Stones...

Please allow me to introduce myself,
I'm a gal of wealth
(I wish) and taste (I hope).
Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name.

Hello, I'm Holly Michael. I started this blog 80+ posts ago to share my experiences straddling the sometimes equally stinky worlds of corporate public relations and farm life.

But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game...

I started out keeping this blog fairly anonymous, not sure if I wanted search engines finding this site against searches on my name. But a month or so ago I added this link to my LinkedIn page and search engine-wise, the gig was up. I'm proud of what I've shared here and don't see any reason to hide behind pen names (get it, pig pen, pen name, never mind).

So as I stand on the threshold of greatly broadening the reach of this site, I want to remind all you gentle readers of the rules I established for visitors to this blog.

And I thought this would be a great opportunity to share all the great writing that's already occurred over eight months of posts.

Note: If you are so humorless as to be unable to translate a dissertation on my mother-in-law's Frigidaire into wow, she can write! then stop reading here.

My favorite posts:

Thanks for visiting. You can learn more about me here.

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