Published on September 16, 2019
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer “Fuel up,” “pack up,” “load up.” These were oft-repeated phrases when our family rodeoed. With “up” attached to so many words, we must have lived a glass-is-half-full kind of life. Either that, or we had a roundup mentality. When Mike said, “Load up,” our
Published on September 9, 2019
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer I couldn’t sleep. Again. The 4 o’clock hour winked in digital red from my clock radio, so I went into the living room and opened the windows and door, welcoming the cool breath of predawn. At the door, I stilled. For there in the