How callous have we become?
I have kept this blog free of politics because I want a place we can come together, beyond social media...
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...
Hungover, Jolene Meets The Weather of Her People
The leftovers are gone, the pie plates back in the cupboard, and Parental Peas, Parker and Penny, have headed back...
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...
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