Growing up in a small North East Texas town was not my idea of a
good time. I was certain that the world was more than dirt roads, BBQ's and tail
gates.
Upon graduation from high school, I jumped a plane to Germany,
France and Austria. The air was fresh, the people were kind, and the adventure
was fun; still, I didn’t find what I was looking for. Moving back to the U.S.
and settling down in Pennsylvania seemed like a grand adventure, I was
disappointed.
After my first daughter was born, I decided to pack it up and
head home. A year later, it was time for daughter number two. After another
divorce, I settled in for spinster hood, but the fates had other plans for me.
When an old childhood friend asked for my hand in marriage, I
couldn’t resist. Enter daughter number three. The good times, along with the
difficult ones, were abundant in our cozy little home. Once the two oldest
daughters moved out and on, I took the youngest and dashed off to live with the
husband in the Middle East where he’s gainfully employed. Another world
adventure had begun. Dubai, Abu Dhabi, Kuwait, Amsterdam…the fun just never
stops.
It was during my extended stay in Kuwait, that I decided it was
time to toss aside the poetry I’d always buried myself in, and begin the
adventure of a lifetime. It was finally time to write the story that had been
rattling around in my brain for eleven years.
It was then, sitting behind a laptop in the middle of a foreign
country, that I found what I had spent my entire adult life searching for. I discovered
my passion…writing. Decades of travel, accumulated photos and pages of poetry
that had filled my time, was just preparation for the story that only I could
tell. A story that had given itself to me and had patiently waited until I was
ready before it could be told.
So that’s the condensed story of my life. As it turns out, the
dirt roads, BBQ, rattlesnakes and beer are part of who I am. But without the decades
I spent in search of me, I never would have found my story.
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