Jolene. Jolene. Jolene. JOLEEENE!
Sometimes, change sneaks up behind you when you least expect it, knocks you down, and drags you off, kicking and...
The Gnawing Bite of Anticipation
It felt like a militant act of self care. Like cutting your hair really short or tossing out jeans for...
A Radical Act In The Midst of Uncertainty
I’m not the sort who wakes up in a cheesy rom-com. Even when I was young and my body parts...
Nipping at the Heels of Despair
My horse sister called to ask how I was. It wasn't small talk. We tell each other the truth and...
Finding Sanity While Worrying for the Future
Wrung out and pooped from consecutive days of snow and 40 mph winds, interspersed with monster gusts that felt like...
Calming Signals: In Honor of a Truck Dog
It's Corgi tufting season. I gather enough hair in my mouth to build a bird's nest hourly. It's effortless, but...
Count to Three and Jump… It’s a New Year
It's the week between Christmas and New Years. And call it a holiday tradition, but I have no idea what...
Calming Signals: Haunted by a Black Cat in a Pink Dress.
I was taking the trash out to the dumpster in the alley. As I reached the back gate, I saw...
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