horses have feathers
I write things in margins and loose sheets of paper and scraps and backs of things. Once in awhile, I copy them here. My name is Keely. I love Jesus.
springtime is here.
saddles and bridles. sometimes it’s just better without
my Christmas watch. i told my mama i’m just not ready for a big girl watch yet. tomboys die hard…or maybe not at all
we were wild children
i was a good girl but i got along with the bad boys
what can i say
they have more fun
missing good times and the occasional good cigar
blue for Blue.
too much city.
apparently we thought we were the dixie chicks.
someday…i want to interview the leader of a Muslim country.
and the United States President.
and Dolly Parton.
everybody knows i’m not that tough.
at the lake. i never stop being grateful for having a sister so close to my age. it would be hard to exaggerate how much she means to me.