I moved to Idaho thinking she was the victim of marrying a whackadoo husband. I had a couple friends laugh and say I'd move to Idaho and be the next Vicki Weaver and oh, my- we laughed about that. It took me 11 years to find out what really happened at Ruby Ridge... The joke's aren't so funny to me now. I've met some of the people who were there, and they are some of the finest humans on the planet. I keep Vicki's ghost with me the very best I can, she is my "matron martyr."
Love or fear? Choose again with every breath.