Southern Preambles

Why I do confesss...

That it's time I become a real country girl.

Move back home to Louisiana.

And learn how to ride a horse expertly. A white stallion, preferably.

And learn how to bake a pie. Any kind. Maybe, peach pie first.

And finally, learn how to handle a weapon. A dagger. A gun. Anything that I can protect myself with.

Because this city girl has gone soft. And need to toughen up. Because a little babe is on the way. And she needs a strong mama.