When All I Know to be True is - Not
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Exploring the Amazing Challenge of Wholehearted Living.
We all have stories... this blog gives you a first edition peek into a bit of mine. A small-town girl, a desert rat, a lover of words, a quick wit, tender heart, and sometimes biting tongue. I am rooted by place, family, faith, and friendships... and I know that was too many "f's" for good writing but, what is one to do. I am driven by ego, doubt, confidence, fear, ambition, apathy, courage, hopelessness, fierce love, and crippling grief. Basically, I am you, you are me. Let's get to know each other.