A New Definition of the Term “Cowboy” Can’t Change Its Legacy
There are cowboys out there who echo the conquering-the-west narrative, one of entitlement and legacy and what he is owed.
Last December, when my upstairs neighbor was out of town, I received a Facebook message from her boyfriend around 11 p.m. “I’m watching A’s cat while she’s away,” it said. “Want to come up and have a beer?”
It’s late at night, I don’t know this guy, I’m alone, I shouldn’t.
He really needs my help, so I should help.
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When my Nai Nai asked me about the book, I felt compelled to tell her the truth: that I was scared, but that I was trying.
When I came to Laramie, I found the person I wanted to be. When I left, I took her with me.
I take off the effects of the day, the echoes of wind, sleet, and snow. I pamper my skin, urge it to replenish and heal. I am asking myself to brave another day.
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My eating disorder dictated my relationship to food. Then I moved to Wyoming, whose unforgiving landscape reminded me: We eat food to survive.
As a woman of color moving to Laramie, Wyoming, I was afraid that I wouldn’t fit in, that I would be unsafe. But at karaoke night at The Ruffed Up Duck, I found my place among the the defiant.