Okay, yeah, no such thing as dragons . . . fine, I know that already, whatever, I also know already how crazy it sounds. Trust me, my relatives and in-laws have made THAT more than abundantly clear.
So, after that stream of ardent revelations, why continue to call myself a dragon hunter and say that I am married to one?
Well, I'll have to start from the beginning to explain that. Hopefully, I'll make sense by the end . . .
In 2004, my husband had an idea for an article for the regional magazine we write for and was unsure of whether he should be so daring as to submit it. The article was more than a little off the wall, and he was sure it would cause a stir.
I said, "go for it."
Simple words , , , big impact. It would prove to be a game changer for a lot of people . . . .
Our editor was game and agreed to publish the article, and to even pay us for it. That last bit was nice.
There was no predicting how big things would get from there . . . and how far from home it was going to carry us . . . and the miserable grief and wicked good fun it was about to stir up . . . and not just locally . . .
We were dragon hunters now, and the rollercoaster we had unwittingly boarded was just starting its first uphill climb . . .
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