springtime is here.
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.
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
apparently we thought we were the dixie chicks.
journalist dreams.
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.
