Life, Travel, and Culture in the Dominican Republic
My name is Molly. I'm a small-town girl, and I mean really small-town. We're talking a no stop-light farming community with a population in the hundreds. In fact, I grew up on a farm. My family has been rooted to the land for the last three generations. Quite frankly, I couldn't imagine a better childhood than the one growing up with my two sisters in the countryside: catching crawdads in the creek, climbing impossibly tall trees, and shucking fresh sweet corn before supper. There was room enough, in such wide open spaces, for an imagination to grow. And there was room enough to let it run wild.
But a girl can't live on dreams and fairy tales forever. Sometimes, she's got to go make her own. I will always cherish the golden stalks of corn that grow into a fortress around my home every autumn, holding in all the good, all the memories, all the love, but there's a wide world out there and it's calling my name. Daring encounters, perilous journeys, a sprinkling of romance....it's all up for the taking. And so I'm off on a great adventure and writing to tell the tale.
But a girl can't live on dreams and fairy tales forever. Sometimes, she's got to go make her own. I will always cherish the golden stalks of corn that grow into a fortress around my home every autumn, holding in all the good, all the memories, all the love, but there's a wide world out there and it's calling my name. Daring encounters, perilous journeys, a sprinkling of romance....it's all up for the taking. And so I'm off on a great adventure and writing to tell the tale.
