Editorial note – I was home-schooled. Not for fourth grade or because the Christian preschool was full that year, but the real deal. K-12. So that might help you to
Editorial note – I was home-schooled. Not for fourth grade or because the Christian preschool was full that year, but the real deal. K-12. So that might help you to
This video says it all. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2a8TRSgzZY&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1]
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ut0WDb-xzks&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1] I’ve been singing this song for days in a squeaky voice and it cracks me up. Every. Time. I have other things to tell you, but more pressing things
Part 1 and Part 2 are around here somewhere… A couple of weeks later, we had another horse camp. April was allowed to return on a strict “first-strike-you’re-out” policy, as
Part 1 is HERE. One night, around midnight, campers were tucked in their bunks and the whole ranch was peaceful, taking time to itself after a long day. The only
I’ve been wanting to tell this story for a long time now, and I realized the other day that this was really my first intro to Therapeutic Riding, though I
I’m out of ideas and don’t have a sister to interview, but need to get the juices flowing on a gloomy gray Monday morning. So here goes, the latest in
This made me sigh and think and feel and ponder. Enjoy.
Confession: I’m not good at doing things “just because”. When I had writer’s block every the other day, my bestie Val said something insightful, something my husband has said many
I love cooking shows. I love cookbooks. I love making up recipes and hoping that they don’t combust or taste like bad gravy on a Goodyear tire. Yesterday I made