I wrote this back in June 2018, about three months after relocating from the Denver metro area to northeast Wyoming. It was originally published in a local, now-defunct magazine. 

Worked on building a metal cabinet for my craft room / office a couple of days ago. I worked on it with my fiance. He is, without a doubt, one of the most patient people I have ever known. And that is important, because, well, ME!I guess you should know that I'm used to leading projects. I typically will have a rough idea in my brain of how the process will go [because I've read assembly instructions or have done a similar project in the past, etc.] and I sometimes struggle with deviating from that if it seems that my way should work.

Ah, the brand new year! A chance to start over. A chance to start something new. A chance to set resolutions for what you want to accomplish. Did you write down all your goals and ambitions for the new year? No? Me neither.

We've cooked our great big turkey.  We've sung our fa la la's.

To paraphrase Mr. Shakespeare, To Have or Not to Have – that is the question! To be clear, I’m referring to the tattoos people get that had some thought behind them, NOT the ones that only had a drunken night out with the guys or girls behind them.

It’s a difficult thing to grow up in a world where expectations are set for you at an early age.

The western/cowboy culture has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.  My dad loved cowboys and the west and, consequently, he always had a Louis L’Amour book on his nightstand.  My mom’s father was a cowboy in Arkansas when he was a young man, going on to become a farmer when he got married.  Artwork in my parent’s home was varied, yet Fredrick Remington and Charles Russell – staples of the western artist genre – occupied wall space all throughout.  I used to love going horseback riding, too, until I fell off a seesaw onto the hard concrete slab in my early teens, landing butt first.  Ouch!

Welcome to my blog, My Ink is Showing. In the past, I’ve let outside influences determine whether I continued writing. That is no longer the case.

The name of my blog has a couple of basic, but important meanings for me.