Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world looking for a city boy from South Detroit.
The Importance of Anonymity
I sighed, pushing my face deeper into the pillow. Lately sleep had been evading me, but tonight was the worst. I had been tossing and turning all night and the most unpleasant part was my husband snoring away next to me.
Looking Back Now
My life started out like any other girl’s life. Normal. I was a little girl from a small Kentucky town with big dreams. And my biggest dream was Jenson James. The only thing that separated Jenson and I was a dirt road, and even then, it did a horrible job keeping us apart. We were always with each other. I can’t remember a time in my childhood when Jenson wasn’t there. I loved him before I even knew what love was. I loved the mischievous glint in his green eyes, I loved when he scrunched up his freckled nose if he tasted something he didn’t like, but most of all I loved him. He loved me because I was the only girl in first grade who was as good at basketball as him.