Because that’s the idea and name that popped into my head when I was thinking about a new blog.
Because my red boots–really an orange red–make me happy.
I’d had a pair of old mudders that a friend had given to me when I spent a year recovering after my time in Iraq and Somalia–refugee camps, suffering, famine, violence. I lived in the Oregon Coast range in a funky cabin with no running water, surrounded by old growth forest. Those boots lasted 25 years. I missed them; I mourned them.
I was in Texas, buying slippers for my mom for Christmas. I saw the boots. They were on sale–marked way down. I tried them on–they had one pair in my size. I loved them instantly.
I feel like a kid, a giddy girl and a badass woman, all at the same time, in my red boots. Ready for adventures–in writing and life.
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