I married a Texas Cowboy. I call him Cowboy and he calls me Darlin’. I’m not sure anything could have prepared me for this thrill-a-minute, amazing, and sometimes, downright scary life on the ranch (except maybe, Route 128 at rush hour!) I’m a hardworking professional, vegetarian Yankee who grew up 30 miles west of one of the most wonderful cities in the world: Boston, Massachusetts. Yup. Boston-best food, unique people, diverse music scene, wonderful museums, finest schools, beautiful shoreline-did I mention, great food? Quincy Market and the North End just fill my heart and senses! I can almost smell my fresh bagels from here. However, I do not miss the frenzy, highway driving attitude of if-you-hesitate-I-will-run-you-down. I’m all about enjoying the drive and smelling those proverbial flowers these days. All in all, I do love you, Boston. You, Beantown are part of my DNA- wheya the folks ay wicked smayt and drive wicked fast down the Mass Pike.