Now I Can See


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It is hard to put into words exactly how the mission trip to Nepal has impacted me. It changed me as a human being. I now feel ashamed to walk into a grocery store and have all the options of every kind of food imaginable. I have the option have cooking whatever I want or go to a gazillion restaurants during a course of a year. In Nepal – eating rice is a luxury, but it is also a staple food for them and is a preferred meal rather than a hamburger.

It took time to get used to the hectic all-over-road-disoriented-traffic and pollution. I would flinch every time I had to cross a busy intersection because I felt like a walking target for some little Tuk Tuk to run over me. There are no stop signs at all so you can only imagine the chaos. Even in America, it’s sometimes scary to cross a road WITH a stop sign because you never know who’s flying through the streets only to get to a bathroom or running from the police :-). However, the chaos and flinching stopped once our group left the city of Kathmandu and made our across the magnificent, indescribable Himalayas Mountains to a quiet village near Hetauda, Nepal. It was peaceful there. Hot, but peaceful.

I loved this baby girl so much!

I loved this baby girl so much!

We stayed at a church hosted by the most humble and happiest people ever. They made us feel like we belonged in the village, which helped us to prepare ourselves for the task at hand; walking to different homes hidden in cornfields and hills to pray and be the light for the sick people, broken and poor people, and rebuilt houses for those affected by the earthquake. Sometimes my eyes saw NOTHING in those dirt-floor buildings called homes, but yet those living in them thought they have everything… meaning they have all they need and are grateful. Sometimes we need to see nothing in order to realize we have everything we could ever possibly need. God provides always. I went to Nepal – not to shove religion down people’s throats, but to be the light. TO BE LOVE!! That is what Christians are called to do, wherever, whenever, and everywhere, no matter what religion or culture. This story could go on….forever. With Love, Emma G.

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A momma and her baby cleaning her home.

Playful happy boys!

Playful happy boys!

The group visiting with the locals :-)

The group visiting with the locals 🙂

She has some big shoes to fill :-)

She has some big shoes to fill 🙂


A Sparkle of Hope


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Well, I am finally back to writing after a hectic semester of graduate school (I am getting an MBA degree). I had taken a year break and I was eager to get back into college at the beginning of this year. I have a hard time starting something and not finishing it. However, I had somehow forgotten how hard it was to work full-time and take college classes at the same time. When the teachers sent out the syllabuses and requirements for the classes, I immediately knew I was in trouble. All of a sudden, I had a huge head banging realization that getting a Master’s degree is no joke. Not only did the reality of college sit in, but I was also moved to a different position at my job where I was required to be in training for eight weeks. I had to learn insurance contracts, medical terminology, and process refunds for patients and different insurances. I loved working for the hospital, but it was hard at the beginning. I even worked overtime for little while.
As the semester started and moved forward, the researching and writing began. I wrote business type research papers until I was constipated. At one point, I was writing an average of twenty pages each week for almost two months. And to make matters worse, everything had to be APA style formatted. The teachers graded heavily on APA, rather than content of the paper. My grades were decent, but I thought I could do better. I always am hard on myself even if I am doing something that I don’t enjoy. My information technology class was exceptionally difficult and the harder I tried, the worse the grade was. Or so it seemed like. There were times where I just thought there’s no way I can get through the entire semester. I had thoughts of quitting, just drop everything and run. Little thoughts went through my head saying a Master’s degree isn’t worse it. I actually for once thought getting married and starting a family was a better option :-). But I had a goal to finish so every time I had a negative meltdown, I pulled myself together and pressed forward. I didn’t have much of a social life, I wanted to sleep like an old person with any free time I had.
People, I am here to tell y’all that if your goals and dreams seem to be far out of reach and hard to accomplish, then you’re doing it right. This doesn’t apply to just education. Things worth having are never easy and if it is, then you’re not dreaming big enough. It takes great determination and willingness to succeed. Be a role model for those that look up to you.
My final grade for both classes were an A. I was super over the moon surprised and ecstatic!. I had definitely settled for much lower grades because towards the end of the semester I just didn’t have the energy to care. But now I am motivated to continue on with my Master’s degree and have plans to graduate in less than a year.
This semester, I learned that it is okay to do homework till 3:00 A.M. Saturday nights and then get a few hours of sleep before getting up and go to church for an energy boost. It’s not lame to do homework instead of going out. I also learned not to be so hard on myself, duh…. What a mystery. Sometimes less is more. I hope God will spare me a few wrinkles for realizing this ;-).


Amish Exploited?


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The other day I get a text from a friend asking me if I had seen the new show called Amish Haunting. I responded with, “Nope, never heard of it and I don’t care to see it if it’s anything like Amish Mafia”. I’ve never really had anything against the Mafia show as I was able to just make jokes out of it. I thought of it as harmless entertainment, although I wouldn’t have wasted a penny to watch that kind of entertainment. As for the new Amish show, I didn’t think much about it until today I ran across something on Facebook that caught my attention and before I knew it I was watching a clip of Amish Haunting on YouTube. I only could watch maybe eight minutes of it until I felt my blood pressure rising. The clip I watched was about this little girl receiving a doll from an outsider (English) lady, but it quickly turned nasty when the doll was considered evil by the Amish parents, but it was too late, the little girl got possessed through the doll. I won’t get into any more detail than that. I can’t wrap my head around the purpose of creating such an unrealistic show depicting the Amish. I am sad that the Amish are getting exploited to the very extreme. The show airs on Destination America channel, which after my curiosity got the best of me, I looked up the channel and it’s all about ghosts, monsters, and all evil related things. Very creepy. I just hope for all those people who are Amish fans will not find Amish Haunting entertaining and will definitely not take it serious. I have nothing against people who like ghosts, monster, and possessed shows, kudos to you. I just don’t associate myself to that kind of stuff, especially not if it’s portrayed as reality, when it isn’t. Just had to put in my two-cents!

Have a great weekend everyone!

I’ve gotten a nickname…


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Hello Everyone, I am thrilled to share my latest interview written by my publicist, Amanda Thrasher. We’ve become really close friends in the last year and she even decided to be the mother I (probably) need, :-). She keeps me grounded, gives me advise on anything I ask, and most of all is a great supporter. She gave me the a new name – “little runaway” Lol. I like it! Besides running her own publishing company, Amanda is also a children’s and young teen’s book writer. At the end of the blog is the website, please check out all the books and buy them for Christmas gifts! All books, including Runaway Amish Girl can be found on Amazon as well.

Enjoy the message below!

Meet Emma Gingerich – ‘Our Beautiful Little Runaway Amish Girl’
Posted on December 10, 2014 by amanda
Picture 2014 Like many people, I’ve read a lot of books over the years. A few have made me laugh, some cry, some have merely entertained, and some have been too awful to finish. Truth-be-told, because I’m an author, I’ve tried to finish books out of respect, but as you know, sometimes you simply can’t. As an owner of a publishing company, we see a lot of manuscripts. A colleague in the industry (Mitch Haynes), told me about a young woman’s story and sent her my way. I read the book, liked it, and shared it with my business partner. We’re a co-op, and together we published her book.

Sharing her story with the world, brought Emma peace and healing. I know this, because she’d shared it with me during a meeting prior to her contract being signed. Her freedom came with a cost; torn between loss of her family and friends. Loneliness and hardships. It’s safe to say, she endured more than her fair share.

Since the release of her book, I’ve spent time with this young lady, professionally and personally. I’ve shared painful moments with her; advised her, hopefully in a positive way. I’ve gotten to know her. For these reasons, I went back and re-read her memoir. This time I read it from a different angle. Not from a publisher’s perspective, but from a woman’s perspective. A friends perspective. I knew her journey had been a painful one, yet she had survived things that a young woman shouldn’t ever have to endure.

Her story is heartbreaking at times and inspirational at others. A young girl demonstrating such dignity, paints a picture of strength and humility, in words. Her story will help other girls in the environment from which she chose to leave; I’m certain of it. For this reason, I’ve interviewed Emma, asked questions she’s likely never answered in this forum before. That said, meet beautiful Emma Gingerich, or as we so lovingly refer to her as, “Our little runaway Amish girl.”

By Amanda M. Thrasher

Interview – Emma Gingerich Runaway Amish Girl: The Great Escape

1. You left the Amish community, your family, when you were eighteen years old, have you ever regretted your decision?

No, I have not regretted my decision. I believe it was meant to be, but I don’t know exactly why it was meant for me yet – I am slowly figuring it out.

2. The day you left, your brother tracked you down, followed you before your ride arrived. He asked what you were doing, you explained, his words were, “Okay… Machts gute,” take care. Then he turned and literally rode away (on horse back). Do you remember if in that moment there was something you wished you’d said, but just couldn’t?

I have thought about that moment a lot. However, trying to say something at the time would have only made things worse. I would have either said something really hurtful or something really nice that would have given him the idea I would be back. There was just nothing I could have said to make him understand.

3. Do your siblings understand why you had to leave?

No, I don’t think anyone understood why I left. Maybe my sister Sarah understood in some ways but she was still shocked when I left for real.

4. Leaving the Amish community, your family, and everything that you’ve ever known, with a complete stranger, took a tremendous amount of strength and trust. Dialing the number alone, challenging, I’m sure. At what point did you know there was no turning back?

I remember when I got to the bank and the lady came to pick me up that I was thinking there is no turning around anymore. Even though I had no idea where my future was headed, I hoped with all my heart that everything will turn out okay. And it did. It could have been a disastrous mistake, but by the grace of God, leaving has helped me find true happiness. I had to learn how to live without my parents and siblings, which has proved to be difficult at times, but it actually made me appreciate them more than ever.

5. Reading your memoir, some of the things you’ve experienced have been horrific. You’re a survivor. You overcame them with strength and dignity, and haven’t allowed those things to define you, (I’m so proud of you). Do you believe there will ever be a time when you’ll share those things in a type of public-speaking forum, in order to help other young women? Are you strong enough yet? Will you ever be?

I believe it is my calling to talk to the public about my horrible experience. I am just waiting for the right time and place. I hope it will happen soon. I think I am strong enough to talk about it now that I have written the book. Besides, I want other women to know there is a way to forgive and move on. That alone, gives me motivation to help others.

6. Switching gears. When you were seventeen, you babysat six children, by yourself for two weeks. The youngest was eight months old; the oldest was in fifth grade. In addition to tending the children, you also had to keep the house, feed the chickens and milk cows. After that experience at such a young age, do you want kids of your own one-day? How many? Do you think you’ll be a good mom?

Yes, I think it would be nice to have children someday, but not more than two. I am also okay with the idea of not having any kids, it all depends on who I end up marrying, what our goals in life are as a couple. I don’t know if I would be a good mom at this point in my life, but I do have a pretty good sense of how I want my kids raised in the future. I would want to be a stay-at-home mom and raise them with some of the values Amish people do. Just a bit more modern though.

7. Introvert or Extrovert?’

I am never the same. Depending on my mood, I can be an introvert and totally zone out with my own thing. However, when I am with someone interesting and they get my attention I am an extrovert.

8. Do you have any communication at this time with your family?

I still have communications with a few brothers and sisters. I have hopes that someday the relationship with everyone will be restored the way it should be. It is all about having faith and let God be in control.

9. Do you still stay in touch with the people that helped you leave your family?

Yes I have stayed in touch with the people in Missouri that helped me. I visit them whenever I have the chance.

10. I’m (Amanda M. Thrasher) an observer, quiet by nature unless I know you. If I know you, I’m comfortable. This can often be misunderstood. How would you define your personality?

My personality is quiet, and always thinking of what I can do next to make the world a better place. I can also be very sarcastic and humorous if I am around people I feel comfortable with.

Emma’s work can be located at:

By Amanda M. Thrasher

Living Life on the Edge the Wrong Way


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My Monday started like any other day, actually it was better than any other day of the week, it was so good that I forgot that it was one of those dreaded Monday’s everyone always love to hate. But as I left work, Monday finally showed it’s nasty rear end…but I managed to laugh at myself later.

After work, I went to the post office to mail off books and pick-up a package. As I left the post office, I was looking at the package I had just received (something personal from a family member) and I was having mixed emotions about it. And as I was driving downtown the big city of Arlington and deep in thought about my family…I decided to make a right turn and go a different route home. When I made that turn, a big red sign flashed in my face that said “DO NOT ENTER” whoooops! I just entered a one way street and there are three-lanes of cars coming straight at me. I quickly pulled over to a curb side parking spot and just sat there, hyperventilating big time. I didn’t dare to look out the window for fear that people would be laughing at my stupidity. But I peeked, and the cars kept coming and coming… there was no end in sight. I realized I wouldn’t be able to turn around with all the traffic. I was screwed.

I thought about my options. Call 911? No that would be really weird. Calling a police station might be better, but it was still embarrassing… finally I picked up my phone and called God – I prayed really hard for a way out of my jam, by now almost 8 minutes had passed and there were still cars coming on all three lanes. As I sat there with my eyes closed and head bowed, I decided to take another peek outside… what my eyes saw was just unbelievable! A TRAIN was crossing the big highway… and the traffic was gone… all the cars were stopped on the other side of the train track. Praise God for trains I yelled as I made a U-turn and was finally going the right direction 🙂

I was so thrilled by God’s quick respond to my emergency prayer that I accidently ran two red lights and I was driving over the speed limit. Holy Crap, I better get a grip on my driving I thought… I swear it got worse since I moved to the city about 2 month ago. So from now on I am going to drive like an old lady or man, because I want to live long enough to travel to Australia for a vacation and grow-up enough to get married someday. Plus I could be saving someone else’s life too, which was the MOST important part. I shutter at the thought of being a reckless driver and hurting someone or worse taking someone’s life.

My advice: don’t drive like this Amish girl in the city does. 😉

Reflection on Learning Experience


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My last semester as a senior undergrad student at Tarleton State University I had the opportunity to help with a research project on water sanitation for Gondar, Africa. The goal was to come up with a long term solution to sanitize the water with a water filter. Now with the horrific Ebola disease spreading across Africa, I was reminded of my time doing two different research projects and traveling to the country once. I learned a great deal about Africa and it’s culture and I am saddened deeply by the problems the people face. I hope somehow I made a small difference over there by contributing to a water filter system, but the doctors & missionary workers have done and are doing so much more. To fully understand how people in Africa live, you have to see it in person.

My reflection on learning while in college.

Outside the Discipline
One of the major ways that research classes provided was a valuable learning experience focusing on poor people. Some of my courses have helped me understand global issues. Such as my environmental science course contributed a broad spectrum of our global environmental problems – such as hunger, water exhaustion, and climate change causing global warming. I was scared sick by the time I finished this class, and I was sure we were going to be doomed within the next year. The geography class was an additional eye opener to learn about people and different cultures in other parts of the world. It gave me an understanding of why we have such a diverse mixture of religion. All of these classes of contributed to my research – because I knew how to combine all the information I’ve learned to understand the tribulations people face day to day here locally and abroad. Geography was not on my undergrad degree plan, but I begged my adviser to let me take the class anyway.. 😉 I was determined to learn about different countries, since I knew nothing coming from an Amish community.

Taking college courses has helped me get to know myself better. It has taught me skills I will take with me wherever I may go in life.
In July of 2011, I had the opportunity to travel to Namibia Africa and got a look at the culture personally. Even though I felt sorry for the people in Namibia, I couldn’t help but notice that the level of depression these people have is not known by the average American because its hidden by smiles, laughter and children playing in the warm sun. It was an awesome experience and redefined my respect for the many blessings I have and continue to receive. We’ve all been raised in different cultures, ethnic groups, and regions with differing belief systems. But going to college and learning different subjects lets us all connect in some way. The potential to actually experience first hand many of the things I learned about in different classes and by reading books and articles was very beneficial, both for aiding in remembering what I was learning, and so that I could see the way in which these theories had been applied in a real-world circumstances.

Global Awareness
I grew up as an Amish person and to be honest – Amish people are naïve and have negative views about the outside world. After I left the Amish, I would sometimes make snap judgments about people without taking the time to consider what’s happening in their lives. I would see a homeless person begging for money and assume the worse – lazy, dysfunctional, dangerous, and probably even thought of less flattering terms. But I really didn’t know peoples unique circumstances, whether he/she has a mental illness or severe emotional trauma – I just didn’t know. After I started college and went to Africa for a class research trip, I realized that judgments will always keep me feeling distanced from others, it will always keep me from being the compassionate person I knew I was. So I made a point of feeling sympathetic for those I didn’t understand, not only in other countries, but here locally as well. I started by trying to understand people in a new way. Just because I was taught that the outside world was rough and horrible didn’t mean I shouldn’t give people a chance. It’s hard to know who to trust and how much you really should help a person out if they don’t help themselves, but it’s all about being comfortable in your own skin and going with gut instincts.

Broader Impact
During my visit to Africa, I went to see a township outside the city of Namibia, and there is no picture that could have prepared me for what I saw. Corregated metal shacks as far as the eye could see. People were starving from hunger, missing shoes, improper clothing, drinking dirty water and sleeping on dirt ground where insects crawl. Therefore, causing tons of health problems. There’s no wonder why the Ebola outbreak started. Thousands of people walk hundreds of miles to get medical treatments. My global awareness opportunity has made me desire to continue in personal growth and self-reliance, as well as to provide new perspectives for the people surrounding me in our own culture and environment.

Please keep the Africans and doctors and missionaries in your prayers. Give someone a hug today and tell everyone you love them, because you truly are blessed to live in the United States of America!

A market in the township outside of Namibia (2011)


Sister Sarah


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Since my book has been read by thousands of people, I got an overwhelming amount of questions about where my sister Sarah is and if she ever left the Amish too. The answer is – she’s happily married to an Amish man – Abe Miller. Yes, the same guy I wrote about in the book. If you read the book, you can put two and two together and realize how awkward it is for me to visit my wonderful sister. Especially now that I sent a copy of the book to Abe and Sarah… they will be utterly shocked to read some of the stories. 😉 It gives me an adrenaline rush just to wonder what will be going through their minds when they read it!

I was and still am very close to Sarah, and I can’t wait to see her next month when I go to Maine to visit my family. This year it will be extra special to visit because Abe and Sarah had their first child – a baby boy, named Atlee. He was born on April 3rd. I have a total of 10 nieces and nephews now unless someone had a baby that I don’t know about, Lol. I have not seen all of them yet, but that will change next month.

So… just to let everyone know that as much as I wish Sarah would have left the Amish so we could take selfies together and drink Starbucks coffee every day, the timing was off and I never tried to convince her to leave or any of my other siblings. Sarah changed her mind about wanting to leave a couple months after I left. I didn’t specifically ask her why she changed her mind, I knew the stress on my parents worried Sarah too much. Plus, she started dating Abe soon afterwards. I decided that if one of my siblings really wanted to join me, they had to make that decision on their own. It’s a hard decision to make and it has to come from the heart, not the mind – or it will never work. I would feel guilty to ask anyone to leave because if they absolutely hate it, then it would be my fault. I would, however, give my full support to anyone needing a place to stay and get on their feet.

Runaway Amish Girl is Now Official!


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As many people already know my Memoir has been published!. It’s a great feeling and also very humbling to have had the opportunity to share with the world my private life.

My ultimate goal is to be an advocate for people who want to accomplish more in life. Before I left the Amish, I felt handicapped in my own my own body. I didn’t know how to move forward without causing a massive volcano with my family and my future. As you can read in my memoir, I wasn’t a very well behaved child. Now looking back on it, I realize I was searching for something that was a void in my life and I didn’t know what it was until I started making changes. I finally allowed myself to let it all go and just plunge forward and hoped God would catch me before I landed on my nose. And HE did! Everyone should know – if you can dream it, you can achieve it! Well, not all dreams can be achieved; I don’t want to get your hopes up. 😉 Not everyone will win the lottery or live in a trillion dollar mansion with unicorns and Barbie dolls. Reaching a dream is not about achieving a status from the top down… it’s about working from the bottom and staying focused until the top is reached. Maybe something better than a mansion will be achieved. While working on goals, don’t ever let the word CAN’T come out of your mouth and you will see a big difference in the way things start to fall together. At home I was always told – YOU CAN’T, for no apparent reason. I hated it. I hated hearing you can’t have a big mirror because it’s worldly. Whatever that means. You can bet I had one hidden in my closet, Lol. Once I refused to listen to all the can not’s, I became a whole different person. That is when I left them behind. I started filling whatever was void in my life and I quit worrying what my family thought of me or worrying where my future was headed or where it wasn’t headed. I like living in the moment, being truthful with myself, and never stopping for pot holes in the road.

I wrote a book for a few reasons –

The first reason was to educate the public what it is like to grow up Amish and then leave that community behind.

The second reason was to show people that great life changes can be made with the right mindset. It just takes a lot of will power at first, but if it’s done with confidence then the volcano that you were scared of creating will actually patch itself back up.

The third reason was because I like to write whatever comes out of my mouth. It might not always make sense, but I blame it on my German way of thinking. 😉 If I try to be professional with my words I sound fake!

If buying my book sounds interesting, click on the Amazon button or message me for a signed copy! 🙂

Amazing Eight Years has Come and Gone


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This month, on Jan 10th marked exactly eight years since I walked away from the only life I knew. That terrifying day is still as vivid as ever, except there is almost no way to explain what I was feeling while walking on the gravel towards a little town – Blythdale, Mo, where I was finding a ride to take me away. I think part of the reason it’s so hard to tell people what I experienced those first few hours is because I blocked out all the scary thoughts could have possibly tried to make me turn around and go back home.

I didn’t worry about where my next meal would come from.

I didn’t worry what would happen if the lady that was supposed to meet me in town didn’t show up. For all I cared, anyone could have picked me up and I would have trusted them.

I tried hard not to think how my Mom was going to react when she came home and found out I was gone. I still can’t imagine what she felt like. I can’t imagine what my brothers and sisters went through either. The biggest fear I had to overcome was that they would be okay without me. Therefore, I erased all feelings I had on the day I left. If I could have done it any differently, I would have, but I didn’t know how. I have gotten closer to my family since I left, but more in a spiritual way. Does that make sense? No it doesn’t. I don’t know how else to explain it except I just have respect for them and I care a whole bunch about them even though I can’t show it except through letters or when I go visit, but then I can’t express my love too much because they get weirded out by it.

Here are only a few of the things I’ve learned since I left…

1. I quickly learned I should not attempt to stick a metal object into an electrical outlet… luckily I didn’t get electrocuted, but I had multiple people scream bloody murder in attempt to stop me from doing it. I didn’t understand electricity, was just checking it out! Ha
2. I learned that if the GPS says to turn or take an exit… Then TURN! I had an issue where I thought a talking electronic could not possibly know where I wanted to go. Haha. I’ve always ended up being wrong and had to turn around. And I’ve learned I get less headaches if I just follow the GPS instead of trying to argue with it.
3. Do not wave to immature guys while at a stop light. I just meant to be friendly, but they thought I wanted them in my house!! O Lord, when I saw they were following me, I tried to drive faster in hopes of losing them. Instead of calling the cops I went straight home and RAN inside the house and locked all the doors. The guys waited for about 5 minutes before they gave up. Nowadays, whenever I wave at someone on the road, I always make sure they aren’t going to follow me. 🙂
4. I will always lock my vehicle no matter what! Soon after I started driving, someone stole the truck I was using to go to work. It was a disheartening feeling to get off work and walk outside to find the truck gone…purse, money, driver’s license, lipgloss, everything I worked so hard for was gone. But who leaves everything in plain sight for people to see and take anyway??. That would be me! Because I didn’t know people would take what wasn’t theirs. I didn’t see anything like that happen in the Amish. Now I am so paranoid about remembering to lock my car. I’ll wake up in the middle of the night in a sweat worrying that my brand new car is with some worthless thieves. But I have to trust that God will take care of such people.

There are lots of little things I have learned about the English way of life. I have enjoyed learning them immensely, good and bad, and still learn things on a daily basis. It will never end for me and I would literally try anything atleast once. Some of my favorite things that I have had the opportunity to enjoy over the last eight years… colorful clothes, jewelry, boots, motorcycle rides, traveling, church, running, working, writing, hanging out with nice people, the outdoors, ice cream, ice cream and ice cream 😉 I also love, love, love Starbucks and enchilada’s, maybe not together like that but you know what I mean, Lol

Can’t wait to see what the next eight years will bring, I know it will be greater than the first eight years.

The Best New Years Day Ever!


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I am thrilled to finally announce that I signed a publishing contract with Progressive Rising Phoenix Press. It is great news to share on the first day of 2014!. I wanted to give up on this process countless times but with the right people giving me support I went onward. I will keep everyone updated as things move along 🙂

Thank you Amanda Thrasher and Jannifer Powelson it will be amazing to work with you ladies!

What a fantastic way to kick of 2014! Progressive Rising Phoenix Press is proud to announce we’ve signed Emma Gingerich, author of RUNAWAY AMISH GIRL: The Great Escape – a memoir. Emma left the Amish community, seven years ago, at the age of eighteen. Her story discusses the pressures that forced her to leave, the emotional turmoil that she endured, and the destruction of her family. Her desire for additional education, combined with a willingness to maintain a relationship with her family is gut wrenching. The memoir gives readers a rare glimpse of what her life has been like growing up Amish, leaving against her families will, and adjusting to a modern world.