When I drive to work I always pass over woman hollering creek. I can never decide what the woman is hollering about.
I always wonder if she was happy, sad, angry…you get the idea. Were did the name come from?
I think this might be unique to Texas. Hollering. Woman-style. I wonder if this is something I will have to master in order to reside here. I don’t think I’ve ever hollered before. I’ve yelled, screamed and shouted…but I’m uncertain if I have ever hollered.
The road here at night is pitch. There are no houses to shed some light. No streetlights. I feel if I lose focus and veer off the road I could fall off the edge of the earth, never to be seen or heard from again. Just perfect darkness all around me.
I keep thinking about women hollering. I have a roommate who I sometimes think I hear crying in her room. I don’t knock on her door, I think she wants to be left alone. I wonder if she ever hollered.
Its so strange to be here. A month ago I was walking down Wisconsin backroads wondering what things would be like for me here. Surprising (undoubtedly), exciting (sometimes), stressful (most of the time)…but I’m not sorry I came. Swift and unexpected changes are a given in this sort of situation. Courage and perseverance are what is needed now….grit if you will.
But even with all the outside static playing in my ears I still find myself wondering about the woman hollering… in a dark Texas night when the sudden appearance of a semi’s lights on the horizon will almost make you jump out of your seat.