My roots worm down deep and hold snug to country soil - a small town tucked into the heart of the Bluegrass - Cynthiana, Kentucky. Finding myself between the tall rows of tobacco - a girl becoming a woman - watching the other girls spring up and sprout out around me - wondering when I’ll catch up.
Born in Frankfort, we moved when I was five - after Grandad found peace from his cancer and Grandma moved to town. Mom and Dad brought us back to their hometown to grow up in a house built by Whitaker sweat. And my becoming began…