I love my ranch. I love the space and the seclusion. I love my animals and my crops. I love that no one bothers me way out here, and I love that I’m free to be myself. I can wear my favorite pair of overalls everyday – the ones that
I was fuming! I could not believe what that asshat had done now. Though I should have known; all signs pointed to douche-baggery. No one was cute enough to forgive that! I snatched out my ancient P.O.S. cell phone and dialed bestie with shaking hands. It was already ringing when
I’d gotten used to the barren white walls after only a couple weeks. They were worth it for her. Anything was worth it for her. If I had to wear the same clothes day in and day out and stare at nothing but sterile, desolate white walls to see her
I had forgotten I’d written these! They were for the Pikes Peak Writer’s Conference competition in 2018 (before I took over, because people got upset that I won every year). But I wrote them out on paper, and hand counted all the words – so I had no soft copies
