Growing up in the desert… was not my favorite place. And was not my choice. When we are born, or soon after . . . parents make a choice, that is their road. For college I applied, to get far away. Find myself… Find my…

The green fields I see out the window always remind me of earlier travels It doesn’t matter that I have not seen them before I think the color is enough to spark the memory Farmlands punctuated by electrical towers always let me know where I…