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I have a hero.
Her name is Liz.
She is my sister.
She is tall, has long blonde hair, and the Nevada sage deep in her soul.
She loves her rat dog Roo, good whiskey, colts and blogging.

And she hates when I talk about her from stage and on public platforms, but I don’t care. I do what I want (Insert a terrified looking Adrian checking to see if Liz is anywhere close)

Lizzy did something a lot of girls dream of, but never do.
She worked as a cowboy in Northern Nevada, and did it like a lady.
Sometimes she let me tag along.

Then she caught a horrible disease called Lyme, and when she couldn’t shoe her ponies, and when she was in her prime of life and should had been living - she had to leave.

She came home, and started the long journey of trying to figure out what was wrong, how to heal and what to do next.

No matter what, through the whole journey, I remember one distinct thing about Liz.
Her hands.

When she was working 24/7 outside cowboying, they were scary tough.
Brown and all ripped up and scarred and they made me think twice about talking back to her.

Her hands are usually painted now, a bright red and busy writing, playing piano or holding the bridle reins of her pony Fat Albert…

But the thing that has stayed the same about Lizzie’s hands, is that they always did one thing.
They did good deeds for others.

Her hands are always ready to help another up, work hard, make life easier for somebody else-that never changed.


Her hands were, and always will be the most beautiful thing in the world to me.
And here is my little something about and for them, “Hands.”

I love you sissy, you were and always will be my hero.