Hella Goode is The Fool
The tarnished silver Airstream squats in the desert like a middle finger to my chaotic past—the ex''s betrayal, selling my birth center, everything that made me a retired midwife at fifty-three.
Salt, my dog, knows something''s shifting before I do—always does.
Marfa calls, but I take one big fat detour. This desert town deals in more than art installations and fantastic public radio. Here, magic ha...
The tarnished silver Airstream squats in the desert like a middle finger to my chaotic past—the ex''s betrayal, selling my birth center, everything that made me a retired midwife at fifty-three.
Salt, my dog, knows something''s shifting before I do—always does.
Marfa calls, but I take one big fat detour. This desert town deals in more than art installations and fantastic public radio. Here, magic ha...
