Art Moment: This is the land of my father, Arturo Quintana Herrera. It is in the middle of nowhere in West Texas. My father never got to seem me in the dress, because he died before I married. When he died, I hauled railroad ties up a hill and painted them white so that it could be seen for miles. It is in the shape of a Big H for Herrera. The land is the closest my children will get to meeting him. It is peaceful. It is family.
As far as I'm concerned, this chapter of my life is titled, "Seven Years of Solitude." I have no plans on disrespecting my children by having random people pick me up at my house on dates. I want them to feel secure and I don't need, nor do I want, a man to do that.