I Hadn't Really Lived Until...
I watched a kid being born. As in a goat, that is.
A goat I suggested be named Esmeralda. Why? Because I could. And because they wanted a name that started with an E, and that was the first thing that came to mind. Why? Because I'd recently met a very cool lady from Down Under named Esmeralda. So don't knock it because that name already traveled halfway around the globe and this little goat totally rocks that name. Don't you think?
What's your story? I want to know!! Send me photo if you have it, and your story in 250 words or less, and if it floats my boat and blows my hair back, I'll add it to my collection and you win a Travelling Book Society copy of my book, Each Wind That Blows!
