Remembrance: Someone's Always Dying
It's that weird week between the holidays. I never know what day it is so I mess up scheduling around Christmas,...
The Politics of Holiday Pie
Inconceivable: I'm going to share my pie recipe. I'll pause and give my friends time to pick themselves up. They know...
Winterizing the Compassion Fatigue. Again.
Chatting lightly about weather is considered the tiniest of small talk, unless you live outside the urban bubble. We take...
Going the Full Heart Distance: Saying So Long
It's deep fall here on our farm. Most of the leaves are gone; Canada geese are on the wing. Each...
The Best Reasons to Stop Riding
I think I've heard all the clichés about change that I can stand. At a certain age, we don't...
Photo Challenge: H2O
A thread flows affirming life with a humble reminder we’re only nests made of frail twigs, stray hairs, a cooled...
The Fine Art of Cantankery.
I've had a hard time acting my age. That's not it, exactly. It's more like I'm straddling the Grand Canyon...
A Trailer of One's Own
A horsewoman told me that, at sixty-three, she was the proud owner of her very first horse trailer. I let...
Money: If Wishes were Horses…
"How much does a horse cost? Do you have to be rich to own one?" I can tell you how...
Rescue: Training the Things We Take for Granted
Lethargy. Sweltering with a non-specific stickiness. Flies. More flies. Dilly-dallying. These are the wilting Dog Days of Summer, named for...
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