Yesssssssssss!! Good to know. On my list. Yes!
With big red hair. With pale, pale skin. And lots of freckles. Sitting on a front porch swing, sun setting on my face, eating a big juicy Georgia peach.
In leather chaps.
When I said I had to fight for my degree, I meant it in the sense I have to defend my degree of choice often. It’s a constant battle, trying to inform everyone who asks what I’m studying at school that English is worthwhile.
My parents would have loved for me to go into business, medicine or law. Something safe, something practical. But I defied their practicality for the joys of a risk.
Smart me. Yay risk. So much fun.