My friend Ami told me a story I’d forgotten. By her telling, she was loping through a field, riding a mare which used to be mine, and the mare was
My friend Ami told me a story I’d forgotten. By her telling, she was loping through a field, riding a mare which used to be mine, and the mare was
My horse is lame, I mean, really gimpy. She’s a sweet mare I got for the kids, (Addy named her Beauty) a gentle old girl with a long history of
I’ve been hearing a lot this season about how hard the holidays can be. I’m no stranger to this lament, I remember my own long Decembers of endless Advent, in
My horse had a crack in one of his feet recently. As a result, I was picking his hooves every day, going out with 10 minutes or less to check
I wrote a big holiday recipe piece for our paper a couple of weeks ago. I spent a weekend chopping, dicing, glazing, tasting and re-trying recipe options before we took
I still have the the black bottle of conditioner and the white bottle of shampoo that I took to Florida last year, when Isaiah was born. I use it sparingly,
When I get up from rocking Isaiah to sleep, the rocking chair continues for a couple of beats, knocking solidly against the floor, like a heartbeat. The-thunk, the-thunk. I like
Yesterday my horse got pretty upset. He showed his displeasure with a couple of impressive runs around the pasture, flattening out his back and pounding his hooves like the well-built
I realized today that I have a profound responsibility to order my thoughts and my moments, that how my days unfold is, largely, up to me. Adam is out of
I’ve been reading this every day for the last week: “So here’s what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and