You turn. Go back. My lonely owns today’s dirt road. I need wiggle room . to roam about with- out anyone watching me spray dust, freedom fast. . Wait. Climb inside and roll down that window – tell the wind to chase us wild. .
as a wife, momma, homemaker, teacher, and a country girl. Out here in these tangled inter-webs I'm a story-teller, photographer, and part-time poet.
But, I haven't always been.close