And my seven-year-old world humpty-dumptied, never to be put back together again.
I am grateful to be a woman. I must have done something great in another life.
I like to have guns around. I don’t like to carry them.
When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die,the air around...
At 50, I began to know who I was. It was like waking up to myself.
I wasn’t a pretty girl. I was six feet tall at 15, you know.
This is a wonderful day, I have never seen this one before.
If funkytown was a trailerpark, this guy would be a double-wide.