#wyoming

Our lifestyle, our wildlife, our land and our water remain critical to our definition of Wyoming and to our economic future. ↗

— Dave Freudenthal

#definition #economic #economic future #future #land

I pretended to be a Cheyenne guide. I pretended to be a prairie woman. I pretended Henry was my old-timey husband taking me to our new homestead. I leaned down and patted Trouble’s neck. “Good boy,” I said. “Trusty steed. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #henry-whitmire #horseback-riding #horses #laura-anderson-kurk

My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. She’d set her coffee down, making a noise that made me look her way. I’d begun to notice her less and less often, like her colors were fading and blending in with walls. She was shrinking. Or maybe her sphere of influence in the family was shrinking. My dad glanced at her, too, and then wrote something on a napkin. He slid it across the counter to me—Don’t worry. Come home in one piece. Have fun and act like a sixteen-year-old for a change. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#family #glass-girl #grief #laura-anderson-kurk #love

Campaigning in Wyoming is politics at its most retail level. It's done one voter at a time. ↗

— Mary Cheney

#done #level #most #politics #retail

I didn't learn to swim until I was 21 or something because I grew up in the mountains in Wyoming and all the water is glacier runoff and cold. ↗

— Matthew Fox

#cold #glacier #grew #i #learn

Spring has many American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and counties where it hangs around and never quite gets there. Summer is drawn blinds in Louisiana, long winds in Wyoming, shade of elms and maples in New England. ↗

— Archibald MacLeish

#around #blinds #cities #come #come and go

I found I could only glance at him for tiny moments and then I had to look away. He was perfect enough to hurt my feelings for a long time, and I wanted to let him. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school #laura-anderson-kurk #love

In my mind, I saw a string stretching from Henry’s heart at Quiet Waters to my heart. It was taut and it vibrated with Henry’s worries and fears and I felt them all. Deeply. I felt them all. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #laura-anderson-kurk #long-distance-relationships

He was taking a leap here, negotiating with a crackhead, under the table, in a dark cantina. The courage etched on his face came from loving Aidia so much he’d close his eyes and walk through fire to see her safe. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#aidia #children #crackhead #dating #drug-abuse

And what do you want?” I almost choked. “How could you even ask me that, Henry?” He sighed. “Because I’m thousands of miles away. Because I Skyped into your living room late one night and there’s a dude sitting next to you in the dark. Because Thanet tells me things. And Tennyson sent me a picture of you in a dress that looks like lingerie.” “It’s not that bad,” I said. “I didn’t say it was bad, Meg. It’s about a million miles from bad.” His voice was breaking with exasperation. “Things are crazy here, and I’m questioning everything. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school #jealousy