Welcome to my writing hub!
I’m the author of three books, a weekend farmer, sourdough baker, and former traveler. I do my own stunts. I’m currently practicing at making cappuccino art—so far my hearts look like blobs, but I’ll get there. I write with wry humor and joy on just about everything.
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—Jody Brown Vettori
Most Recent Book!
Stories From the Road
Stories from the Road is a vivid collection of travel tales that blends observation and a storyteller’s curiosity, following the author through small towns, highway stops, and unexpected detours. The book is an experience through America’s heartland, one that inspires joy and will change the way you see the world.
Featured Blog Posts
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Space Cadet
Creative writers have a way of writing stories in our heads while observing the world…
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![Hand holding a small glass marble with blue and green colors against a plain light-colored background. Part of a blog post by J.B. Vettori.]()
Blue and Green Marble
It’s been a hard week, regardless of what news channel you watch. This weekend I stumbled upon a Superman movie on TV, one of the newer versions…
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![A table covered with a red cloth displaying books by author J.B. Vettori, with a framed photograph, a sign stating "Saxonburg Author J.B. Vettori," colorful booklets, and small pumpkins, in a bookstore or library setting.]()
All Downhill
I hit my pinnacle in Grade School. No kidding. I was smart and organized and I had all these great ideas and energy to put into those ideas. Yes, the world was my oyster and anything was possible. And I knew it…
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Placemat on a Dinosaur
Growing up, when my extended family got together we got into fights. We’d gather, set potluck dishes anywhere they’d fit, maybe even watch a little of the holiday parade on TV while we waited for everyone to show up…
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![A collection of books and printed papers, including a book titled 'Upside Down Kingdom' by J.B. Vettori, another titled 'Stories from the Road', and a booklet about Tim Fast at a drive-in. The materials are placed on a pink binder with visible notes, sticky tabs, and a pen.]()
Trusting the Whoa
Putting so much effort into what you want to say, and then having a realization…
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![Decorative turkey salt and pepper shakers on a dark wooden table, with a glass dish holding a pig figurine and a small black object, and a white ceramic tea cup partially visible.]()
Place
My sister is a teacher. At the end of every school year she cleans out her classroom and at the next beginning year she rebuilds it. In the middle there, in the summer, she cleans out her house. I imagine most teachers have this same routine…
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Cute Shoes
This is a street fair every Thursday in the summer months in Rochester.
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![Interior of a room with a window, a white desk, two chairs, a black office chair, a framed painting, and a chandelier light fixture. Photo of author J.B. Vettori's writing office, 2014.]()
Memory Space
Going to a place anytime you close your eyes. A trick from a writing retreat…
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![Office door with the room number 203, labeled for Fine Line Books and writer Jody Brown. The door has textured glass and is slightly open, showing a window, a plant, and a desk with items inside the room.]()
10 Habits of the Writer Clan
If I can’t spell a word, I won’t say it…
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Second-Grade Me
The past can sometimes feel like it’s just a timeline with stories stuck to it at random places.
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It's About Time
I’m thinking of the line from Our Town main character Emily says, “Does anyone ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?”
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Give Me the Grit
The view above the clouds is marvelous and breathtaking. Air travel allows a person to see that the notion of glory is still there…
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Edgeriders
On the Merry-Go-Round of life, it’s important to choose your animal wisely…
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Storytellers
I’m often asked what made me want to write a book. Time after time, I found that question strange but I couldn’t pinpoint why…
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Pristine
On New Year’s Day I looked out to a lovely blanket of newly fallen snow. What had been treacherous travel the night before was now quiet, clean, and innocent-looking…
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![Person standing inside a dark ancient stone corridor or tunnel, looking towards bright outdoor light through an arched doorway. Photo of J.B. Vettori in Petra.]()
The Belly of the Beast
Over time we start telling ourselves we didn’t need those dreams after all. And eventually: What dreams?
Books
My writing, bound and ready to enjoy.
The road trip that will change your life. Absolutely joyous writing!
My first children’s book! Set on our farm in Saxonburg where adventures happen on journeys.
Gaining clarity and finding yourself, in the muck, dirt, and crime of Washington, D.C.
A Few Pictures…
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I have a small collection of old typewriters. They smell a little musty and oily--the scent of inspiration.
I took a workshop on chasing and repoussé. This is my breakfast on the window ledge of the classroom.
Letting in the light (and the scent of rosemary)
Morning journal writing on a shore. I was trying to take a picture of some little fish swimming near my foot.
You always need a journal in hand when you come across such a scene. Fills the head with stories.
Journals in my office.