Hiya there, I’m Sarah. I’m a freelance SEO writer for hire and a homesteader raising a small family 4,200 feet up in the Salish Mountains of Montana.

I have been professionally writing for nearly eight years now. You can find my portfolio here. I also run a small agency and web design business, which you can find here.

Some of my preferred writing topics include:

  • Personal finance (FIRE)
  • Real estate
  • Green living
  • Small businesses (especially those of the rural, blue collar, or agricultural nature)
  • Gardening (indoor, outdoor), permaculture, horticulture, forestry
  • Homesteading, regenerative farming
  • The trucking industry
  • Outdoor recreation (hiking, kayaking, ATVs, Overlanding, trail riding, etc.)
  • Horsemanship
  • Astrology and spirituality
  • Respectful parenting practices

My Story

I was born in northern Kentucky, raised in Southern Indiana, and then moved to Northwestern Montana as soon as possible as an adult.

I grew up with horses, a creek, and chores that involved firewood, bailing hay, and feeding all my various critters.

When I was nine, my Dad was murdered on Father’s Day in 2006. This was such a life-changing experience for me, especially since I was so close to him.

His death also completely altered the dynamics of my nuclear family; I had no idea how much he had secretly protected me from my mother until after he was gone.

Right after I started commuting to college in 2015 (the fall after I graduated high school), I came home one night to find all my belongings tossed outside and the door locked.

Don’t get me wrong, I had stayed out too late on occasion, but I had good grades, I never tried drugs, never got drunk, I went to church regularly, and remained a virgin until I got married. I spent most of my time working many hours at the local veterinary clinic, reading, and riding my horse, Athena.

athena in 2012

I was blindsided by my sudden ‘homelessness’; my mother had sworn that I could live with her as long as I attended college.

My then fiance (now husband) was over the road as a truck driver, so I spent that first night on my own in the Walmart parking lot under a light pole. As soon as Devin made it back to Indiana the next day, I moved in with his kind mother and grandmother.

Unfortunately, a few pieces of my clothing and money were still stashed in my bedroom. I was going to call it a loss, but Devin drove me to my mother’s house and stood his ground with her over the butcher block in the kitchen while I scurried around the house in a panic, looking for what remained of my things.

She screamed all kinds of obscenities at him, mostly about how he was just a little boy who didn’t know what he was getting himself into, and that he would regret taking me in.

I will never forget his bravery that day for as long as I live.

Devin switched to a local truck driving job right after that so we could see each other more while I finished school. I ended up having to drop out after that first semester.

At that time, I started this blog and began getting paid to freelance write; some wonderful clients took a chance on young and inexperienced me, and I am eternally grateful to them.

My mother tried to make amends after a few months of us not speaking. She offered to host our wedding at her house, and I was excited because I thought things between us would get better.

On the day of our wedding, she told us that she “forgot” and we had to push it back. When we finally married two weeks later, she yelled at me for being such an inconvenience to her and quit my doing makeup halfway through. I finished my makeup to the best of my abilities, put a smile on, and got married fifteen minutes later, in a crooked dress (it was as crooked as my lipstick) because I had to finish it on my own too.

One week after getting married, I hopped in the semi with my brand new groom and traveled with him full-time for over a year. We saw the 48 contiguous states, and every major city within them, sans Miami and San Francisco. The entire experience was simply incredible, and it really strengthened our relationship.

About once a month, we would stop in Montana for a few days or weeks. We dreamed, drove backroads, and looked at several properties.

While over the road, I was naive enough to trust my mom to keep my old mare, Athena, for me. Well, I found out that she had given her away. Devin and I rushed back to Indiana; we picked her up from the horsetraders and took her to my father-in-law’s property.

Right after that, we moved back to Indiana. Our Montana dream would have to wait. My grandparents were generous enough to let me keep my horse on some of their property, just a mile down the road from where I lived.

Athena in her pasture

We decided to start a family, and a few months into my (miserable long, hyperemesis-gravidarum-riddled) pregnancy, Athena died at age 29.

But oh, the love we had (and have) for our beautiful baby girl.

Fast forward nearly two years, and I still hadn’t learned my lesson.

I trusted my mother enough to fix up a hoarder-house she inherited from my kind great-uncle, Charlie, and buy it from her without a contract in place. After she got the last check, she decided she wanted to keep it and would not be refunding my money. Additionally, she wanted me to pay her $1,000 a month to continue living there.

our home in Indiana, we brought our little girl home from the hospital here

I sat there on my mom’s front porch- dumbfounded, hurt, and angry.

I quietly stood up and walked to the truck with my husband, our one-year-old daughter, and my eight-month pregnant belly, and left for good.

I never spoke to her again.

We have been no contact for over two years now; while it still hurts, it has been the single most liberating experience of my life.

In less than a month, we moved into the house we bought online and moved 2,000 miles away to Montana. I had a c-section (with brand new doctors) plus a tubal ligation, and they found a tumor in me. Thankfully, it was non-cancerous.

Of course, we welcomed our precious little boy into our family; it was pure bliss to meet him and know our family was complete.

I started my journey of serious self-reflection, therapy, and religious deconstruction in my new home, in a new state, with my brand new baby.

It didn’t take long for me to become an ex-vangelical, completely abandon my politically conservative beliefs, double down on my eco-conscious crunchiness, work to heal my inner child, and prioritize understanding and adopting respectful parenting practices.

I was also introduced to the possibility that I may be on the autistic spectrum and/or have ADHD. While I have yet to be officially diagnosed, I use many of the tips and tricks suggested for neurodivergent people; it has significantly improved my quality of life.

My writing career has thrived, and I found new confidence in myself.

the home office, devin moved to an office job, and occasionally works from home with me

I also expanded my work into SEO and ghostwriting, which was surprisingly rewarding, personally and professionally.

One ghostwritten article of mine ranked #1 on Google for its keyword in less than eight hours and enticed three people to become students for my clients. Those three students paid my client $12,000 each. I am sure that article netted them even more revenue, but we only tracked those metrics for the first thirty days. Their $450 investment in that article earned them at least $36,000 in a single month.

During the day, I am an active mama to two wild toddlers and a homesteader. By night, I am a freelance content writer and an occasional UX/UI web developer. On the weekends, we hike, kayak, fish, and camp.

I’m approaching my eighth year of freelancing, and I am so thankful for all the opportunities that this endeavor has granted me.

I can’t wait to see how I, my family, my business, and our homestead will change over the next few years. I am excited and beyond grateful for this life.

Come along if you’d like.