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.
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.)
- Astrology and spirituality
- Respectful parenting practices
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 quietly protected me until after he was gone.
Right after I started commuting to college in 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 been drunk, I went to church regularly, and I remained abstinent until I got married. I spent most of my time working many hours at the local veterinary clinic, reading, and riding my horse, Athena.
I was blindsided by my sudden ‘homelessness,’ to say the least.
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.
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 anyway.
It was at that time when 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. One of my first paid articles was published in GPAA; I wrote about this beautiful area in northwestern Montana (spoiler alert: I ended up moving to that exact county about five years later).
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. We lost our photographer, and had to push back our moving date. When we finally married two weeks later, it was a disaster. She quit my doing makeup halfway through. I finished getting ready to the best of my abilities, put a smile on, and got married fifteen minutes later, in a crooked dress (it matched my lipstick) because I had to finish that 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. We didn’t argue much, but when we did, there was nowhere to run or hide. We learned how to communicate effectively, respectfully, and with love and kindness. I believe that elevated my overall communication skills with everyone else too.
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 parent to keep my old mare, Athena, for me. Well, I found out that she had given her away, without saying a word to me. Devin and I rushed back to Indiana; we picked her up from the horsetraders (who already had a girl lined up to run her as a barrel racer, despite her old age) and temporarily 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 very generous and let me keep my horse on some of their property, just a mile down the road from me. Athena was given the peaceful retirement she deserved, thanks to the help of so many family members.
We decided to start a family, and a few months into my (miserable long, hyperemesis-gravidarum-riddled) pregnancy, my heart-horse Athena died at age 29.
But oh, the love we have for our beautiful baby girl, born four months later.
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 written contract in place. It took TWELVE truckloads and three large dumpsters to empty. I found nine dressers and twenty or more broken typewriters alone, plus a ton of other stuff in the house and garage. After she got the last check, she decided she wanted to keep it and would not refund my money. Additionally, she wanted me to pay her $1,000 a month to continue living there because it now appraised for much more.
I sat there on my mom’s front porch- dumbfounded, hurt, and angry with myself for falling for it.
I quietly stood up and walked to the truck with my husband, our one-year-and-a-half-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.
In less than a month after walking off her front porch, I 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, but wow, was that one stressful month.
Of course, we welcomed our precious little boy into our family; it was inexplicable pure bliss to meet him and know our little 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 exvangelical, 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. More than anything, I want to be a good mother and make sure my children feel loved, welcome, and secure. I hope when they are adults, they still want to see and speak to me.
I also learned to forgive my mother; I understand that she had to deal with lots of unresolved trauma. She had her own struggles and didn’t get enough support as a suddenly single mom. While it still hurts not being around, and I still love her– getting away and becoming my own person has been the single most liberating experience of my life.
I was also introduced to the possibility that I may be on the autistic spectrum and/or have ADHD. While I haven’t been officially diagnosed, I use many of the little life hacks suggested for neurodivergent people on a daily basis; it has significantly improved my quality of life. I can’t explain how much I wish I had considered this while I was still in school.
My writing career has since thrived, and I found new confidence in myself.
I also expanded my work into SEO and ghostwriting, which was exceptionally 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. I have replicated these results a few times now, making it easy for clients to say yes to adding me to their contracted marketing team.
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.
Five years ago, I wrote about what my dream life and my ideal day would look like, and damn, it ended up being incredibly close.
I’m into 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.