Dispatches is Dead! Long Live Teri's Ruby Slippers!
A new name and a discount for new subscribers!
Dispatches wasn’t a bad name when I wrote mostly about local and state government, politics, and issues in the American West. But as I looked back over 180+ posts last month, I realized that the things that I once wrote about are not the things I want to write about now. I also realized that our name, Dispatches from out West, doesn’t give folks a good idea of what they’re in for here. So, I sent out a survey asking for your opinions. The winner was… drumroll, please… travel, followed by personal reflection.
Why not combine them? I do that anyway. So the new name better-reflects who I am and what I do: I’m a grandmother who travels, a grandmother on a perpetual quest to find a home not unlike the one she left years ago (if you’re a paid subscriber, you can read about that home at The Baby, the Prostitute, and Me). If you’re not, well, you could be and this newsletter will tell you how. And as you’ll find (when you’re a subscriber) and reading Home is Where I Say it Is, that the hunt for home may just be better than finding it.
So going forward, Teri’s Ruby Slippers will focus on travel and my takeaways. That doesn’t mean I won’t ever write about western issues again, it just may be from a little different angle.
American historian Miriam Beard once said:
“Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.”
I like that and I hope you will too.
Dispatches from Out West is dead. Long live Teri’s Ruby Slippers!
To celebrate, between now and July 31st, you can subscribe for a whole year for 20% off the regular rate ($50 a year) by clicking below:
Thanks, all. It’s time to get back out there and travel. Next month I’ll be in California for my very favorite summer camp, the Book Passages Travel Writers and Photographers Conference, and in September, I go to Portland for another Conference. Stay tuned! Suggestions are always welcome.