My books are as homemade as canned beans.
My guardian angel got out of rehab.
It’s yelling, “Hey, look at me!” and knowing that your underwear is on your head.
A yapping, yodeling, howling corgi for publicity work.
Before moving to the farm, I always had dogs and cats, and usually a bird or two, pushing the legal limit for city dwellers. I planned my life around them: my apartments were pretty marginal, because those were the ones that allowed pets and the dogs needed a yard. I came straight home after work … Read more
Thanks, everyone, for your wild, door-rushing sprint to order. It has turned this runaway into a joy ride!
NEW RELEASE DATE: JULY 13th. There’s a quiet second right before the roller coaster clangs metal-to-metal and the free-fall begins…
A few weeks ago, a woman called me for horse boarding information. She was looking for a place for a couple of minis. I explained that I only boarded horses who were in training with me. We talked about the challenge of minis–there is no sliding scale of care. They may be small but they … Read more
Designing a cover. No big deal really.