Maya Nibbe

4-29-2022

 

Informational Interview Essay

Perched atop the large blue spruce in my front yard, a Spotted Towhee sang his early morning song, loud and proud.

Strong gusts of cold wind rushed through the stubby grass as I hiked up to the hogback, taking in deep breaths to catch the scents of fall. The sun was high up in the blue sky as just a few fluffy clouds drifted east. To the west, a solid blanket of silvery-white clouds hung over the mountains, mostly blocked by the nearby foothills. “Perhaps”, I silently thought to myself, “It’ll finally snow!”

“You can blame it on my pedigree

But I can't help my heredity

I'm unapologetically country

Country as hell…”

~ Hardy

Note: Kinda sorta a memoir piece. At least some parts from this will end up in the final draft of my book, which is why I put it here instead of in the blog.