Wrangler Dani

We sat on the patio as we had done so many times, sharing mimosas, talking over each other, admiring earrings, laughing at everything and nothing. Now the house was owned,

Dear Betty, I had to write you, in hopes that you’ll take time out of whipping Heaven into shape to read my scattered thoughts. After all, you always had time

I want to tell you about my husband. Every time I take Buzz out for a ride, Adam hooks up the horse trailer. When I get back, he carefully parks

I got my job at the barn back last week, and I could not be more tickled about it. I’ve missed my teammates, and the dignity of sweat, putting my

He’s two years old, and it feels trite and hollow to say that he’s “all boy” but he just is. He loves nothing more than tractors and his cowboy boots,

We bought Treewater Ranch in late March, and the grass in the pastures was brown and dead, mere hints of what might spring up between these sturdy pole fences. After

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

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,

Today Adam and I have been married for nine years. I’m notorious for never knowing how long we’ve been together, but for some reason nine is hitting me this year.

I’ve been thinking about doing right and feeling good. Yesterday, Adam said to me that it doesn’t feel good, but you know it’s right. He was right, too, of course.