I think this is how my mom spends her days.
I almost felt creepy. Almost.
I'm losing my mom one day at a time.
900 feet, 90 holes, built in the Texas summer heat.
I can't imagine his pain.
Who knew you can take it with you? Kind of, that is.
It was a strange day, but I'm over it now.
When I sat down and asked myself a few questions about influences, it was all clear.
My boundaries got crossed. Oh so crossed.
Looking for like-minded souls.