Letters to My Granddaughter, No. 49
[January 13, 2024] I wrecked out, scraping my knee into a bloody mess, ripping apart my boot, and tearing up my plaid pants. I was trying to take a turn too sharply and too fast on a sun-scorched day in Abilene, Texas. The paved road surface was soft, gooey-like from the sun’s heat, and you could see the… Read More »