Straight From the Horse's Mouth
I grew up on a horse ranch in Colorado where I spent many hours in the saddle. In my youth I competed in 4-H, and with the American Paint Horse Assn. Although I no longer compete, I enjoy riding and driving my horses to this day.
But how did I start on this trail to become a Cowgirl Poet? (Never ask a storyteller that question without a cup of coffee in your hand.) A few years back my husband and I joined a small cowboy church. I was asked to contribute to the monthly Cowboy Corral worship service, so I offered to recite poetry. Then I got busy and wrote a couple of poems about stories I always wanted to tell. With trembling hands and shaking legs, I shared my poems. Afterwards, an old man walked up to me, cane in hand, and said “You know that’s too good to go home and throw in a drawer”. It was then I knew I had found my calling!