I was asked a lot while I was stopping at interstate gas stations in the middle of nowhere. “You’re really alone? Thats awfully brave of you.” the clerk would say, knowing that I am obviously not from around there. Watching the landscape change and hearing the accents evolve simultaneously. It was fascinating, and as I … Continue reading I drove from Central Florida to Central Oregon myself.
Today sunny and there is a nice gulf breeze constantly kissing my cheek in Tarpon Springs. The time is fifteen minutes past 11:00am and the whirring of construction is nearby and in full swing. Flowers have begun to uncurl and birds and playing along the power lines. Across the Tampa Bay area, thousands of women … Continue reading Political Depression – Who knew we would be here?