tree hugger. writer. Thought provoker.
As I was walking in the early afternoon, I noticed a patch of grass-like fingers shooting up from the otherwise well trimmed lawn. It didn’t take more than the blink of an eye for the country girl in me to realize what it was.
“What did you say you are?”
“Okay, so where do you write? In a newspaper?”
“No, I write…stories.”
“What does that mean?”
I grew up in the middle of the cornfields in Northern Ohio, on the very eastern edge of the greater Midwest Cornbelt. My family has…