Who Am I?

I’m Audrey, the Oldest Daughter and the Redheaded Sister. I cherish my family and friends and the stories we share. Welcome to my blog. The joke around here is that I’m slowly piecing myself together again by offering you me. Just me. Basic.


Wisps clinging to fair skin
Individual blessings
Sun’s Angel kisses
You dress me
Make me who I am

I graduated college with a degree I didn’t fully want or understand. I can’t explain my true goal for this blog. I’m not obsessed with food, travel or photos. I’m obsessed with writing from a place of truth. I am feverishly protective. Fiercely loyal, as well.


I came here to journal. I’ve written poetry instead. I release what I cannot say with my spoken voice, as I am quite shy when the subject turns to me.

I write poetry, because my soul flourishes when I do. Broken, indeed, but willing to try. I live life one day at a time. Stop by and say hello, please, if you don’t we may never meet. I need you to be stronger than me, but only the first time. Hi, I’m Audrey.

I started taking pictures one day with my Samsung Note4. I started looking at them and words came tumbling out. I bring them here in an effort to release this deep seeded desire to be heard. Clearly. Humbled by those of you who listen. Grateful for those who feel lead to say hello. Blessed to finally feel less alone.

I am bashful. (I make myself blush.) I never say no. I’m always up for an adventure. I am hysterically funny. I am always in control. I am broken. I am a light for other souls. I am normal. I am your best friend. I am no one to be afraid of. I am the redhead your father told you to date. I am the girl your mother told you to sit near. I am your love. I am Audrey Dawn.

What I have decided is:

I believe in my own timeline. I can find my destiny, which has already been chosen by God. He’s created a vision for me, this vision has been patiently waiting. He speaks through me in my writing, my conversations and my relationships. I have ignored Him for years. I’ve already tried telling Him that I need more time. Even:

I’m not ready.

I don’t have what it takes.

Possibly, that He chose the wrong girl.

I was wrong.

After years of dreaming, I have decided I am the writer He created me to be.

I have a story to tell.

He is God.

I am His child.

Together we will write.

252 thoughts on “Who Am I?

  1. Dan, you humble me with your message. It’s hard to imagine you not stopping in here over the years, however I’m glad you did so today, but at the same time I could quite possibly say the same of your about me page. (Fairly certain I have.) Thank you for your support and friendship here. I’ve so enjoyed getting to know you. One day we’ll have to get a beer and a gin & tonic. You’ve done a fine job of making me blush today. Wow. So nice of you! β™‘


  2. Hi Audrey. I can’t believe that I’ve never checked out this page before. I’m not sure why I did today, but it’s wonderful to confirm that you are the you I’ve come to know gradually through your beautiful words and photos. I so admire your ability to capture thoughts and emotions in delicate verse and inspired photography.


  3. Hi Audrey, I found your blog through Betty and Ben’s, so this is my way of saying “hello.” I look forward to reading more, and I love your “about” page, too. Take care, Lauren 🌼


  4. Aaaaah finally got to the bottom of all this……. Thank you so much for following my blog/website, and I hope you enjoy reading my humble writings, and I’m from, Geelong, Australia. I’m always interested as to how you found my little site !! All I do is write a bit of poetry, and I’m never sure sure whether it’s good or not, but I’ve found over the years, that it doesn’t really matter, as long as I’ve still the power to write…….


    • My apologies, Ivor. I’ve been meaning to switch the ends on this page. I almost always forget I was going to do it minutes after telling myself to do so…maybe this time will be different.

      You’re welcome for the follow. I can’t honestly say how I came across your poetry. I think it was a comment on another site. Made me wonder, so I stopped by and saw your poems. I never turn down an opportunity to follow a poet’s work.
      Nice to meet you and I hope we’ll be friends. Have a great evening…day, I think.
      Audrey Dawn


    • Ah, laughter. Such a beautiful thing to wish for me – thank you, Audrey.
      It’s a few short minutes to four – my knocking-off time. It looks like it’s a beautiful spring day out there. I’m going to go out now and enjoy the sunshine. πŸ™‚
      How’s the weather in your corner of the globe?
      Kindness – Robert.


    • That’s as brilliant description of weather! You know – you should consider starting a blog. You’re quite good at this writing lark. πŸ˜‰
      Likewise – hope your day is fab!


    • You’re very welcome, Audrey. Likewise.
      ‘sfunny but, if I were to be sat in a chair by your side right now, I probably wouldn’t be able to find anything to say. Blogs are so liberating. πŸ™‚
      Have a good one.


    • For me, it’s because I’m not a conversation starter. I answer every question asked of me, but I don’t prod. I listen and watch, which doesn’t lend itself to chatty, but this doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy human interaction and getting to know or understand people. I think we all come to an age where inhibition is a thing of the past.

      Liked by 1 person

    • I’m waiting for that day to come along still, Audrey. Shame plays a big part in my life, I’m ashamed to say. See!
      Are you curious but just don’t act on it?
      Kindness – Robert.


    • I did a Computing with Psychological Studies degree and I can feel my Psychological Fingers itching to get into your Psychological Hair!
      Back, Robert – get back! πŸ˜€


    • I once wrote this article called Comedy (on an older blog, that hurt my ability to be funny for a good, long time. It analysed why things (including myself) were funny and by the end of it, what I did seemed so trite and meaningless that I just couldn’t even make the attempt to be funny. Luckily, the effect is wearing off.
      I’m thinking of writing a follow-up article about arrogance. Hopefully, that’ll put the kibosh on me being angry and resentful for a little while.
      In that vein, what articles would you like to write, Audrey? πŸ™‚

      Liked by 1 person

    • I’ve just been to your site. Your heart is a cornucopial smorgasbord.
      Kindness – Robert.
      But if anger doesn’t seem to suit me, why would you rather have me angry (for a while)? πŸ™‚

      Liked by 1 person

    • So, I had to go back reread what had me wanting you angry. I took your angry and resentful behavior (you wrote about)to be just that…”a little while”, so as to not allow arrogance to lead. Does it make more sense now why I’d choose angry over arrogant? JMO.. Personall, I love the idea of you being the funny guy you once were and understand how life often changes who we are, often leaving us missing a part of ourselves we no longer see, however, once a storm ends, I think what comes easily to us returns.
      I sound like a load of crap, but…you get what I mean? Oh, and to add to your thought, I don’t mind angry for a while. It’s honest expression.

      Thank you for visiting my site. What took so long?!?! πŸ˜‰ I’ve never once been referred to as a smorgasbord..sounds sorta delightful.

      Enjoy your day, Robert

      Liked by 1 person

    • Yeah, we’re a bit like rubber bands – we snap back to the shape we had.
      I always get worried when I remember that I once read that ‘we become that which we hate’. Makes me want to hate popular and handsome guys. I’ve an inkling that it doesn’t quite work like that, though. Sigh.
      Who are you, by the way. Without resort to your relationships to others. πŸ˜‰
      Kindness – Robert.


    • It’s an interesting question, when I think about it. Can we ever define ourselves without referencing other people or things. We are woven into the fabric of those around us. Our DNA, the matter that makes up our body and even our language comes from other places. Hmm. Let me have a think about that. πŸ™‚
      Handsome guys leave their smiles elsewhere. Hmm. That’s not a real smile then. Really beautiful people can be ugly on the outside and yet smile on the inside like angels let loose on the world. Or something like that. πŸ™‚
      Having a good day, Audrey?


Tell Me, Please...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s