Jodi Lea Stewart

Loving and Writing About the Southwest and the South

It’s like this – the gander that was flapping my face, back and legs . . . . . . while simultaneously biting blood blisters on my little three-year-old derriere didn’t know he was contributing to my future female assertiveness. Being left alone in trees by older cousins while they went off to play games…

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