I’m the woman behind The Weyward Woman. Just me, two dogs, and a minivan dream that’s getting closer to reality.
Weyward (adj., archaic)
Historical roots: An old spelling associated with weird, from the Old English wyrd, meaning fate or destiny. The word appears in Shakespeare’s Macbeth in reference to the mysterious sisters associated with fate. It also evokes wayward, suggesting someone who follows their own path rather than the expected one.
Our interpretation: Willfully wandering, cheerfully unconventional, and inclined to follow curiosity wherever it leads.
I’ve always been curious about what’s around the next bend. I love old stories, strange places, forgotten bits of history, and the little things that make somewhere interesting. I’m especially fond of the weird and wonderful West.
My body doesn’t always cooperate with my plans, so there will probably be some creative problem-solving along the way. And a few things to laugh about afterward.
This is where I’ll share whatever catches my fancy. Road stories, curious discoveries, a bit of folklore, the occasional practical trick, and probably more dog-related nonsense than anyone asked for.
Pull up a chair, have some coffee, and stay awhile. I’m glad you’re here.
