This one is about a Changeling – maybe an ancestor before we stopped believing in these possibilities.
An ode to the women in my family, and the daughters who carry it on.
So many of our ancestors came West by wagon train, including some of my own. I don’t know the details of their story but I imagined this one.
Many of our foremothers lacked English when they came to America, and became house cleaners and child caregivers.
An ode to my Texas roots.