Obscure Directions to a Temporary Home {Writing in the Wait}
Free from the trailer that hauled her over the states, Red Rose (our wagon) felt nimble. The old-fashioned directions to the ranch scribbled in the back of my notebook sat […]
Free from the trailer that hauled her over the states, Red Rose (our wagon) felt nimble. The old-fashioned directions to the ranch scribbled in the back of my notebook sat […]