Wrangler Dani

This year’s Easter was magical. Let me begin, as I often do, by telling you about the food: smoked carnitas tacos with all the fixings (including homemade beans and rice,

I loved baking with my mom as a kid. She is a real baker, the kind of precise person who measures exactly and sets timers and separates yolks from whites.

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

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,

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

We’ve been teaching Adelay to play catch. She has only middling success at it, and one reason is she watches her hands instead of the ball itself. She stands there,