The Dog Barn and Literary Lounge
Just a reminder, dear reader. I'm a horse trainer using all I know to raise a puppy. If your horse's...
We Don’t Recognize Jolene
Jolene says, hurry up, would ya? I am not dawdling. I'm getting my hearing aids, looking for my outside glasses...
Being Cantankerous Because I Feel Like It
Last week I raved about my beautiful but desolate riding arena at the front of my little farm. My other...
Aging Cantankerously: Downsize This!
Ten days after solstice and it's already staying light longer. Want to wish me a happy one-year-older? On January first,...
The Year-End Tally. Call It Aging Cantankerously
It's the limbo week between Christmas and the New Year. The sunset of the year, if there is such a...
To Have a Dog Like Jolene
Mister is trying out his new self-appointed position of Joy Police. Someone has got to put a stop to...
Jolene Gets the Girl Flu
I didn’t know whether I should mention this. Is it too private to share? For questions of social etiquette, I...
Family on Thanksgiving: Jolene’s Heart is Full
Remember that Thanksgiving painting by Norman Rockwell? With a jovial white-bread family leaning into frame with smiling, delighted faces? A...
Jolene’s Bathroom Habits
It was a bathroom sort of week here, in that way that the entire universe can fit in a small...
Writing a Letter About Books and Ordinary Days.
Here on the high desert prairie, the grasses are a flat dry tan, and we won't see green again all...
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