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
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
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’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.
The other day, I had to perform a riding test at my new barn. Now, let me tell you right up front: I am not a sophisticated rider, y’all. I
The Barefoot Contessa always says, “be sure to use really good vanilla” in her recipes, as though any buyer of her cookbooks would ever think of some imitation flavor as
He’s the king of understatement, the kind of guy you’d want in your corner in a brawl, the sort who would call a near-death experience “kinda unpleasant, when y’think about
I love mornings. (I REALLY love mornings after about 12 hours of sleep, but…) Even with limited sleep, however, wave a cup of coffee under my nose and give me
My dear friend Katie wrote a great post the other day on missing herself in a certain place, and on “becoming a camera” in order to capture each place in
I’m 9 years old. I’m at a dude ranch with my SoCal family, trying to keep up with wranglers, so self-assured in their chaps and jeans, lifting saddles easily onto