Not big on make-up, shoes, or a-holes -- but you do what you got to.

In the heart of the state, rolling along at toddler speed. The road whispering gravel all the way.

"Well maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both grow old, well I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I hope so..."

Heart, body, mind, soul. Three out of four ain't bad, folks! (And I'll shave my legs when I want someone to touch them, yo.)

When you don't get to have it the way you want it, are you willing to have it the way it is?

-L (6/10/13)