Hi, I’m Carie.
I’ve been a writer my entire life.
It’s a funny thing to get paid for the thing you’re most passionate about. First and foremost — what a blessing it is to be paid for writing. I am so grateful.
BUT. I get paid to tell other people’s stories. So this blog is about me telling stories that are mine.
When I started this blog in 2023, I connected it to an Instagram account under the same name. A single post went viral, so I gained a lot of Gen X followers. The post that went viral was my face nodding along to someone else’s words about my generation.
It was fun for a while to play influencer. But it never felt like enough. The nature of social media’s instant gratification played well with my ego and need for quick dopamine hits, but after a while, it felt yucky. I stopped creating what I wanted and started performing for the algorithm.
In Jan. 2025, I put myself into creative rehab, vis-a-vis The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. Part of that process is handwriting three pages every morning. It was the discipline I needed, and I’ve filled so many notebooks. Mostly gibberish and nonsensical pleadings with the universe. But it helped me to be less precious about my words. And to tone down my ego’s need to perform for validation of the insatiable algorithm.
As I write this, there are 11 days left in 2025. The URL auto-renewed so I’m its owner for another two years. The next iteration of this blog for me.
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Worst Farm Girl
ever.
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I grew up on a farm, the 5th generation of Behouneks to inhabit the land. There I earned the title: Worst Farm Girl Ever. Having believed myself to never fit in and hilariously proving it on many occasions, I moved away. I miss my family. I miss the country. I do not miss the work. Or smelling like 🐷💩.
If Iowa summers and winters ever become less miserable (which, climate change is feeling pretty real right now, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ), maybe I’ll move back. But for now, I’m a single mom raising a city kid in Denver, Colorado. I ❤️⛰️s.