Thanksgiving Traditions: Both Light or Dark, Please
Over the river and through the woods, To grandmother’s house we go. The horse knows the way to carry...
The Pendulum of Change Doth Swing. I’ll Be In the Barn.
It started snowing the night before last and snowed all yesterday. The wind speed was higher than the temperature. That...
Halloween: Twenty-Five Years on This Farm
It's a special day here on Infinity Farm. I signed loan papers on this property on the last day of...
Grumbling and Stumbling Toward Change
I'm coming up on the anniversary of moving to my farm twenty-five years ago. It coincides with my dysfunctional affair...
Nube: The Final Chapter
Over the next thirteen years of retirement, Nube napped with friends, ate well, and stood quietly for the farrier. I...
Recording the Arc of Your Horse’s Life
The foal's name was Sunny, his registered name Sunbrite Sunset. This photo was taken just before we met. The rest...
Travelblog: Mister Has a Dark Night of the Soul.
Dogs. We rescue them, buy them, inherit them. They are irrepressible puppies, midlife couch-partners or milky-eyed elders with wonky ears....
Travelblog: How I Stole Paris
I woke up introspective on my last full day in Paris. It's the same way I wake up at home....
Travelblog: Paris is Like Visiting an Old Lover
Paris is a city full of statues of horses. They're everywhere, I noticed on my first visit. The statues are...
Travelblog: Late for the Funeral. By Three Years.
Words about friendship and death ahead. There, you're warned. I'm still on vacation, but I'm going to talk about grieving...
Travelblog: Thinking About Aging in Ancient Surroundings
I was in Newcastle Upon Tyne. I had finished ripping around Scotland and arrived at my hotel, where a group...
Travelblog: It’s a Vacation. Not a Work Trip.
My first vacation in a donkey's years started with a van ride to Denver International Airport, with the obligatory drop-off...
Growing Up: Self-Consciousness vs Self-Awareness
My teen years were pretty normal, meaning total angst and torture. There was that summer that I used my babysitting...
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