These stories are dedicated to Dot Farmar. A lifetime of farm labor bent her body and lined her face. Her green eyes, as bright and clear as a child’s could flash with anger, ask questions, fill with mischief, flood with love, all while expressing a keen understanding of life’s ironies. She took risks, emotional and physical, and she loved with a fierce kind of passion, her man, her horses, and those of us proud to be called friend. She taught me to laugh at life, no matter the circumstances. She taught me the true meaning of courage. I miss her every day.
“People may forget what you say or do, but not how you make them feel.” Maya Angelou