Rick Copper

I grew up in the first generation of suburbia in Denver, Colorado. My parents were raised on farms in eastern Colorado, I was raised on Taco Bell. Nonetheless, I was steeped in the knowledge of where my food came from - or where Taco Bell got their food - for I spent a considerable amount of time at both farms helping (or staying out of the way) during harvest, calving and culling seasons.

You'd think I would write a lot about farms - or the suburban kid's version of farms, but no. My stories revolve around small towns and wide open spaces broken down to one of these scenarios: man gets in trouble, woman rescues him OR woman gets in trouble; rescues herself.

Why? Women are stronger. As a man I am perfectly capable of staying away from work due to gout whereas a woman would amputate the infected area and go to work the same morning.

Humorous? Sometimes. Sad? Sometimes. But there is always strength.