I bought a cool dress off a dead lady.
By that, I mean I went to an estate sale and found the most perfect dress of a crinkly gold lame fabric with huge poppy flowers on it and a matching belt that ties at the waist.
My outfit was disco superfly. Very chic.
No one else could have a dress like mine. As soon as I stepped out of my pickup truck, it was clear the dress was magic. It entranced everyone. The dress got all kinds of attention. But missing were my signature red cowboy boots. Part of my identity had been left behind. A farm girl having found my way back to Memphis, the city of my birth, harboring a dual-identity. It takes some finessing. Farm girl. City girl. It’s never boring.
My name is Cheryl, and welcome to my website.