When I lived with Wrangler Ami, both of us were a bit jumpy, and we would regularly squeak at each other coming out of bathrooms and other scary places. When
When I lived with Wrangler Ami, both of us were a bit jumpy, and we would regularly squeak at each other coming out of bathrooms and other scary places. When
Remember that one time when I got published? In a book? (I mean, it was no big thang. Just kidding. I’m ECSTATIC.) Well, I got interviewed about said published piece,
I don’t write very often about being angry, mostly because anger, unless you can make it somehow funny or self-deprecating. is not a very fun subject to record for Time
It’s late. We had a glorious weekend and I already wish I had more time with my husband, all the time. Rocky is once again in the shop, 160,00 miles
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
Hi horseys! I mean, hi kiddos! I mean, HI ADULTS! Wow, it’s nice to talk to someone who doesn’t have four hooves or who doesn’t need me for EVERYTHING. So,
I feel like I’m fighting defeat. It’s oozing around my ankles, sickening me with a nasty black stench. It makes me want to run to high ground and give up
I’m flakey because I’m BUSY, OK?! Holy cow. So today I ran from Job #1 to home where I was attempting to work on Job #3 until I have to
My dear friend Amy suggested that perhaps, although I’m not a flakey person by nature, I’m simply going through a “Season of Flakeyness” right now. Which I think about sums
She is tiny fingers wrapped around a well-used set of reins. She is a bright smile when she successfully navigates a “reverse at the walk”. She’s a six-year-old with a