A BS LOVE PRODUCTION

Life is all she has imagined it to be and she has the imagination of a child, having brought that with her from some strange land ... Liberal, Kansas ... Pancake Hub of the Universe ... January 29, .... Kansas Day ... cold winter night. God crocheted snowflakes and Daddy brought Mama red roses in the snow. Words and feelings and visual images are important to her, having always and only wanted to be an artist. That is easily said and not so easily proved but she believes that too is only a feeling and when she can relate that to her audience she will have her proof; for experience is the only proof she knows. She struggles, learns the hard way to express the wind and searches to find a way. In too true a sense, she scatters her forces to the winds, another name for that strange land she is a product of. An oilfield brat with a taste for finer things. Life is a paradox ... Not to be measured by hands on a clock. Expressed in only words: mother, teacher, lover, and wife, independent and different and not always nice. Oh yes, her name