Hi! I'm Missy Campbell. I have to admit I'm not very good at following recipes or rules. Give me a cookbook, I glance at it, close it up and do something else.
It all started twenty-something years ago. I was voted best dressed and most attractive. I'm not bragging. Bear with me. It was the culmination of years of being popular, well-liked and, yeah, cute.
I wasn't rebellious. I grew up with little guidance. Had nothing to rebel against.
I needed to be better than cute. I shaved my head. People talked about how pretty I used to be. Grandma said she had no idea I had such a beautiful head.
I did well in school. At sixteen I told the guidance counselor I wanted to graduate. She dragged her feet. I did it anyway. I went to Ecuador. Got some marriage proposals. Declined. Attended my first funeral. Learned Spanish. Went back to live in Mom's attic.
I wouldn't be pretty again for a long time.
I chose a college in Vermont with only one requirement: to write well. I enrolled, and a week after I turned seventeen I was on a dirt road, looking into the eyes of the man who would become my best friend, my soulmate and my husband. He was the most conservative, middle-class man I'd ever seen—in the woods of Vermont.
I only stayed three months. Back to the attic. I went to The Farm in Tennessee. Went home. Took anatomy and sculpture. I was looking for something.
In hours and hours and hours of pedaling to town and back home, I found it. I found her. I changed.
I learned to rebel against the world not by how I looked but by how I lived. It's not the thoughts I think that matter but the thoughts I do.
I graduated, married him. Four babies later, I protest craziness by creating uncraziness in the kitchen, in my kids' days and by being unsexily unbusy.
Rebel by living well, despite everything.
I own two cookbooks. I crack them open twice a year, maybe. Like I said, I don't follow recipes well. I make up my own. I need to make what I see around me better, always.
Don't follow my recipe ingredient for ingredient. Make it even better. Make everything better than I, or anyone else, says it should be.
Keeping up with the Joneses,
Slowing down with the Campbells,