Waxahachie

Miranda Lambert is usually my go-to for choosing violence. This time she carries me to gratitude.

I don’t recall a time I didn’t love driving. I started out in a white 1991 Chevy Corsica with four doors and just enough space for 3-5 people to crush each other in the back seat. I was 16 and had been driving that car since the year before, logging miles on the country highways to ferry my sibling to and from the land of cotton and okra. That car took …