“Run,” he would shout. On two legs, I couldn’t match the speed of a terrified calf or steer, but I was plenty fast, especially in a sprint, so I’d launch myself across the gravel in front of our trailer while my father stood about ten yards behind me twirling his rope.

Wow. Powerful. As someone who is finishing up my book manuscript, I applaud you (Donna) for sharing your truth and pain in such a beautifully written rawness. Thank you. I look forward to reading it. And, yes, I am interested in a review copy. If you ever want to join me on The Healing Place Podcast to discuss your journey, your book, your work . . . the invitation is open. Peace, Teri