all my exes live in Marfa
Did I say “all”? I actually meant “none.”
But an old friend of one of my exes — who apparently bought his car — does.
Here’s what I’m saying: There is no way to describe how bizarre it is to drive into a tiny town that’s 3 hours into the desert from El Paso and look up to see your high school boyfriend’s Suburban.
But that’s the magic of Marfa, I guess.
My pal Laura, capturing the moment.
I went with a batch of writer and blogger friends on a trip sponsored by Bright Sky Press for personal tour of the town by author John DeMers, who has just written a mystery called Marfa Shadows.
Of course, my own book just came out the other week, and things are a little bit busy at my house, but I could not resist the siren song of Marfa.
Or, more accurately, of the folks who would be there.
Katie, wearing the greatest beret in the history of the world.
I thought it might literally kill me to go. But my sweet husband took the kids for the weekend and insisted I do it anyway.
Some things, he said, you just don’t skip.
And that’s true. Some experiences go looking for you.
And you just have to let yourself be found.