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 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
This year, I’ve read quite a few pieces about being conflicted about the celebration of Independence Day, and the USA in general. “The 4th of July is complicated for me
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
My kids wake up at 5:30 these days, they are just too excited for the day to begin to spend one more minute in a cocoon of comfort. By 6
I’ve been working on stamina with my horse, Buzz. Like most Quarter Horses, he’s built for explosive speed over short distances, followed by a distilled, lengthy sense of easy-going-ness. He
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,
The wind is howling today. The rattle and wheeze of it against our creaky house woke our little guy early this morning, and when Adam got ready for work in
I bought a new chair last week. I’ve long hated my old one and I’ve long wanted a reading nook in the corner of my living room. I’ve not added
I was in a flash nonfiction contest recently, and we had to incorporate the sentence: “It wasn’t a crisis yet” into our essay. What a loaded premonition. It’s gotten me
I’ve been sick this week, the kind of sick that sucks up time like a labrador retriever does meals. I spent a couple of days groaning and sleeping and feeding