Growing Up

The Worst Had Happened

The Worst Had Happened

“When you stand, I don’t want you to put more than 50% of your weight on your left leg.” George, my way-too-cute, way-too-young, physical therapist said as he bent down,…Read more
Nobody’s Ever Said It Better!

Nobody’s Ever Said It Better!

I grimaced, shifted my left hip and grabbed a bottle of pain pills. Swallowed two. Chased them down with coffee. Then, I opened my computer and grinned when I saw Becca’s email. Becca being Buster, our ranch foreman’s mother. I clicked it open.Read more