Go Sally Go

Go Sally Go ✍️Author documenting life, language and loss.🌎Writing a book in public.🌻Read a free sample chapter on my LinkTree🔗🌳linktr.ee/gosallygo

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I’m floored and speechless. That’s hard to do, make me speechless. Thank you, Gabriela!
06/01/2026

I’m floored and speechless. That’s hard to do, make me speechless. Thank you, Gabriela!

06/01/2026

Here in Zaragoza, there’s a tree that sheds fluffy white fibers that look just like cotton. I have no idea what it’s called, but seeing it drift through the air stopped me in my tracks and took me straight back to West Tennessee.

Cotton was everywhere in August back home—floating on the breeze, caught on hay bales, and clinging to fields long after harvest. It’s impossible for me to see white fluff in the air without thinking about the old field songs that accompanied that work.

Those songs kept rhythm while people picked crops, pulled weeds, and worked the land. They also carried stories, grief, faith, resistance, and hope from one generation to the next. Some were even sung during burials, matching the steady rhythm of shovels striking the earth.

It reminds me of As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner—where a simple burial becomes a story about family, hardship, memory, and the South itself. The songs, the cotton, the dust, the fields… they were never just what they appeared to be. They carried entire lives within them.

Funny how a tree in Spain can make you feel like you’re standing in a Tennessee cotton field all over again.

The Barn: This is where I got corn cobs and sugar cubes to feed the horses.The Oak Tree: I could not reach this tree to ...
06/01/2026

The Barn: This is where I got corn cobs and sugar cubes to feed the horses.

The Oak Tree: I could not reach this tree to climb it, so my horse would pull up to it, and I’d climb him first to get in the tree.

Graffiti: Graffiti walls always pull me in.

Flowers: I can buy myself some yellow ones.

My seeing eye: It’s made from a high res image of my left eye.

Salt n Pepper: Mom’s fave

My namesake: But hers was with an “ie” instead of “y”

The Front Porch: An entire chapter

Watch tower: She always watched out for me.

Eye can see you: a fun ring

My she-ro: Solving problems like a champ

Back door buttercup: We have the same flowers.

My musical inspiration: I floated and flit around the room to her whimsy.

Happy birthday: All my friends said it was their birthday just to get a custom song.

Puzzler: Mom showed us how.

My precious strawberries: Miracles, all three

My floor rug: Rarely barks, never bites

Rotund: Puffy pigeon

Nothing like it: Kutna Hora

Lazy days: She doesn’t always let me pet her.

Since arriving in Spain, I’ve completed two of Camilla Spadafino’s paint-by-number kits. Aretha (Jubilee) reminds me so ...
06/01/2026

Since arriving in Spain, I’ve completed two of Camilla Spadafino’s paint-by-number kits. Aretha (Jubilee) reminds me so much of one of the main characters in Humble Pie—strong, soulful, and impossible to ignore. The Succulents kit makes me think of the people in life who endure, grow, and flourish with very little support, yet somehow become the strongest among us.

Writing a book that explores family history, generational trauma, and healing takes a surprising emotional toll. These paintings have become more than a creative outlet—they’ve been companions to the process. A little color, a little focus, and a little peace when I needed it most.

I still have two kits waiting for me: Taylor Swift and the Campbell’s Soup Can. With nearly two months left in Spain, I’m intentionally savoring them. Sometimes the joy is in stretching out the things you love, making them last just a little longer.

One chapter, one brushstroke, one adventure at a time. 🎨✨

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06/01/2026

I’m absolutely dying laughing.

As I wander the paths along the Ebro River, the soundtrack for the movie in my mind keeps unfolding.A meadow. Reeds sway...
05/31/2026

As I wander the paths along the Ebro River, the soundtrack for the movie in my mind keeps unfolding.

A meadow. Reeds swaying in the breeze. Fishermen casting their lines. A bridge stretching across the water. Then a quiet bench at the edge of the city, tucked beneath the shade, waiting for me to rest.

The music seems to know where I need to go next.

I sat with Amazing Grace. I rested with Ave Maria. And for a little while, everything felt exactly as it should.

The manuscript for Humble Pie is now being handed over, and my mind is already moving to the next chapter of the journey—bringing this story to life beyond the page. One song. One scene. One discovery at a time.

Soon, I’ll have the movie laid out in my head. And then, hopefully, in the world.

05/31/2026

Yesterday, during a two-hour walk through Zaragoza, I set out to explore, get some exercise, and quiet my mind from all the thoughts swirling around Humble Pie—the book, the movie, the play, the musical I can already see in my imagination.

Somewhere along the way, a scene found me.

A lost child searching for adventure. Looking for wonder. Finding trouble instead.

That’s how this story often comes to me. Through music, art, memories, and the miles I wander. My Humble Pie Spotify playlist helps me step into each chapter, each character, each emotion. It’s the soundtrack to a story that’s helping me heal parts of myself I didn’t even realize were still waiting to be heard.

For most of my life, I’ve communicated through creativity—through songs, photographs, stories, and daydreams. Now I’m finally giving myself permission to reach for those dreams.

If you’ve been following this journey, I hope you’ll take a moment to read the sample chapter, listen to the playlist, and follow along as this story continues to grow.

And if Humble Pie speaks to you, please share it.

The truth is, the path to a movie, a play, or a musical starts with readers.

Every follow. Every share. Every recommendation matters.

Thank you for helping me dream out loud. ❤️

FWIW: This is RAW storyboarding. It’s not supposed to be polished. It helps the screenwriter do their job.

05/31/2026

This made me LOL, and I’m usually an inside laugher.

When photographer John Partipilo and I returned to my hometown to document places from my childhood and the family farm,...
05/30/2026

When photographer John Partipilo and I returned to my hometown to document places from my childhood and the family farm, this tree stopped me in my tracks.

It’s a Southern live oak. If you know Jim Crow history, you know that can mean many things.

There is a glow beneath its branches encircling the tree like light speaking truth.

Standing beneath its branches felt strangely sacred, like being in an outdoor cathedral. Beautiful. Ancient. Heavy with stories.

Some places don’t speak with words. They speak through memory, silence, and the feeling that history is still standing right in front of you.

This tree felt like one of those places.

Humble Pie is historical fiction coming someday soon. Visit IG .sally.go for a sample chapter and soundtrack for the book.

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