The southwest…. It’s a place where cactus grow next to palm trees in the shade of the jagged mountains. A place where dust devils twirl themselves across the interstate, picking up tumbleweeds along their way, pulling them high into the air in a swirling dance. Swaying back and forth across the desert. It’s a place where...
Her favorite color was purple. She was boisterous, audatious, and cantankerous at times. She loved her little sister. She loved coffee with her friends. She loved the Sunday morning newspaper comics. I can picture her, cup of coffee in hand, robe and slippers, giggling loudly at Garfield. Her laugh could be heard for miles. As...