Your writing is so raw and poignant. It bleeds on to the page. I had a good friend who was Mexican and Apache. He told me that his grandmother used to feed Pancho Villa and his men. Looking at your photo, I'm guessing you might have been born around the time Big Dan (the salsa man) passed. - 2003.
Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.