This is my first ever blog post.
So perhaps we should begin with an introduction.
I am Joyce Beverly. One of the things I do in this world is publish Fayette Woman magazine.
Another, and the thing that has absorbed me for months, is publish websites, plural because while this one is the only “live” site I have at the time of this writing, at least one other is very, very near launching and at least a dozen more are floating around in my brain hoping to be the next active project. I also direct sales for Fayette Publishing, which publishes The Citizen newspapers, TheCitizen.com, and a growing suite of websites, including this and TheCitizenSports.com.
That’s my work life and frankly, most of the time, it’s nearly my whole life. I’ve been fortunate enough throughout my career to earn a living doing things I’m completely passionate about. If that ever changes, I’ll have to do something else with my time.
I’m married, a second-timer, to Cal Beverly, who is also my boss, president of the company I work for, and publisher of The Citizen. He’s a news man’s news man, and since in a former life I’ve been a newspaper publisher myself, I totally get him. I respect him more than anyone I’ve ever known and it is a privilege to help him get his work done.
I have two sons, age 24 and 20 at the time of this writing. They bring me great joy. I am especially enjoying seeing who they are as adults. Having dinner with them, hearing what they have to say, is one of my favorite things to do.
My husband’s children have made me a grandmother four times, which is another incredible experience. It is a privilege to be a part of their lives and this supernaturally blended family.
I am a Georgia girl from an enormous family. I have 41 first cousins, 20 living aunts and uncles, two nephews and two nieces and still have my parents and a grandmother. I am aware of what a blessing all of that is.
I have lived in Peachtree City for nine years but, having spent most of my life in some of the most rural parts of east Georgia, I’m a country girl at heart.
One of my ambitions is to be back in the position to have about a dozen chickens. City ordinances prevent that at my current address, and it’s probably just as well. I’d have to make a lot of changes to properly care for and really enjoy chickens. The girls require more than sustenance. They need your carefree time. It is important to be among them and hear what they have to say. You need at least an hour in the afternoon in which to park your chair in their midst and listen.
I love Jesus, country churches, camp meeting, genealogy, “having tea” and good people. And I love window boxes. And it is far more accurate to say that I devour books than to say that I read them. A couple of my favorite authors are Alexander McCall Smith and John Lescroart.
My future posts will toggle randomly among the subjects introduced here. It’s not too complicated: publishing, family, faith, window boxes, good books and chickens. That’s me and it should give us a few things to discuss.