Where to begin...I'm a single mom...of a rescue hound and I live in a sleepy, small town in the United States of America where farms outnumber, well, everything, and every conversation starts with ...view moreWhere to begin...I'm a single mom...of a rescue hound and I live in a sleepy, small town in the United States of America where farms outnumber, well, everything, and every conversation starts with a polite colloquial greeting and ends with a "God bless you", whether you sneeze or not. Somewhere in the middle of all that, I get my stories. I look in the faces of so many prim and proper southern women who are screaming to say more than "Good morning, sweetie...God bless you" and in those ever so small ellipses, I find my inspiration. I'm not judging them because when I bought my weekly gallon of sweet tea I said the above phrase to the cashier as I handed her my tattered debit card. There was a time after college where I traveled the world and very exotic things tickled my fancy. Yet, now, I'm settled with my pooch and everyday things fascinate me. I'm fascinated by how we all have these strong, burning urges all of us, but it's taboo to talk about it. We are well-oiled robots on the outside with poorly managed turbines churning and burning on the inside. Anyway, nice to meet you, sweetie, and [insert name here] bless you.view less