Part of me will always believe I was best suited to live in another time. Honestly, God knows what He is doing. I would have made a pathetic cowgirl and would have gotten myself killed with my lack of coordination and imprudent, impulsive nature, but at least I can read and write about women who could hack it in the Old West. I’d like to adopt teenagers and teach them how to dream and create a better way of living. I can’t wait to finish my novel about young people who go West and return East after a series of failures and misfortunes.