Antiques, abandoned farm houses, dark chocolate, photography, road trips, horses, motherhood, the art of words and the power of thought, jewelry, sunglasses, singing, Egyptian cotton, thrift stores and garage sales, painting, reading, music, acoustic guitars, campfires, conspiracy theories, flip flops, revolvers, cooking, defiance, wacky religions, ghost stories, long skirts, archery, lilacs and lilies, rivers and babbling brooks, Rocky Ford, iced green tea, my son’s brilliance, gourmet food, fighting depression, “The Wild Westâ€, fighting the good fight, thunderstorms, shoes, Autumn, willow trees, coi, spinach, apple juice, ivy, quotes, revolutions, History, surrendering, sepia, cats, snowflakes, basements and attics, marksmanship, natural bodies of water, floating, handprints, profiling, Frisbee, pool, scatagories, scrapbooks and journal entries.
* I have an alarming memory issue. I don’t remember things – a lot of things.
* My son is the only person I can honestly say I’ve ever loved more than myself. There you have it.
* I don’t dance - I will sing though.
* French dressing is best on taco salad. Not to mention, peanut butter sandwiches and milk must always be served with chili.
* I have a soft spot for animals – and taking them home when I really shouldn’t.
* I am generally restless.
* I must have coffee.
* I’m a thrift store a-holic because buying something retail is painful and makes me feel gluttonous. The exception is electronics.
* I have always wanted a metal detector. I know I’ll find treasures. We will travel the world someday – my metal detector and I.
