Raising the Brave
It's Sunday. The sun is hot and high, beating and beaming. It's a thick and busty 95 degrees. I have Texas blood pumping through my Cherokee veins so I'm choosing…
It's Sunday. The sun is hot and high, beating and beaming. It's a thick and busty 95 degrees. I have Texas blood pumping through my Cherokee veins so I'm choosing…
Twelve years ago today I labored long and wondered what I'd done to myself. Walking into the hospital with freckles and pig tails and an over due boy baby I…