Apparently several of you asked my mother this question during our wedding weekend. Her answer: “I’m not sure, but as he doesn’t ask us for money, I’m not worried.”

Well played, Mom, well played.

I am a freelance writer, editor, and consultant (an intentionally vague term). If you’re interested in specifics, check out the services page on my website.

As for who pays me, I just got a new freelance gig writing for Gridskipper, “the decadent urban travel guide; scouring the globe for chic hotels, hot restaurants, sweet nightlife, and pretty people.”

You can read my posts at http://gridskipper.com/travel/zach-everson/. Please remember they can be “decadent” (it’s a job requirement).

Other recent clients include:

• the Canadian government and Microsoft, which hired me to help convert a book into a website
• Stoney Creek Farm, a bed and breakfast in Maryland,which hired me to help improve its website’s standing in search-engine results
• Backstreets magazine, which published my article “A long, long way from home: Trust, faith, and fear on Veterans Day in Norfolk” (PDF)
• Brandon Green & associates, a real estate agency in Washington, DC; Maryland, and Northern Virginia hired me to rework its website

And Mom: you can send me money anytime you want.

Last weekend we went to a fantastic bed and breakfast in western Maryland, Stoney Creek Farm, and got away from wedding planning for a spell. (I’ve been working with one of the inn’s owners, Brandon Green, to help his Washington, DC,-area real estate firm revise its communication strategy. And the bed and breakfast hired me to help promote its website.)

Anyway, Margaret and I had a relaxing time. Stoney Creek farm is only an 80-minute drive from our apartment, which we broke up by stopping halfway at a vineyard where we had a (those of you who know Margaret well can finish this sentence) picnic. The vineyard overlooked the soft Virginia hills and Margaret put out her usual spread of chorizo, cheeses (yes, including goat cheese), salmon, and fruit.

When we arrived at the bed and breakfast we napped, partook in some complimentary wine and cheeses, and then headed out to dinner. Upon returning we sat on the porch and chatted with some of the other guests, admiring the unobscured stars.

It was nice to have a weekend free of thinking about weddings (except when talking about how great a wedding venue Stoney Creek Farm is).