A couple of years ago I did a lot of thinking about hope. I obsessed over what hope was, whether it was mere optimism or wish-come-true, or if it was
A couple of years ago I did a lot of thinking about hope. I obsessed over what hope was, whether it was mere optimism or wish-come-true, or if it was
Cowboys say a fast horse “eats up the ground” a colloquialism which has always made me think of a dragon’s mouth right behind my horse’s hooves, its hot breath on
The sky is a dirty tan, the color of chocolate milk made by a zealously health-conscious aunt. Headlights make woeful smears in the palpable air like the lamplighters of a
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
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
Yesterday we took our aluminum-sided fishing boat to a local reservoir for our first outing of the newly-arrived summer season. We had a brief scare that the boat might not
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
My horse is lame, I mean, really gimpy. She’s a sweet mare I got for the kids, (Addy named her Beauty) a gentle old girl with a long history of
There’s a whoosh and a whistle in the air today, pushing out the warmth of last few days and bringing whispers of coming snow. There’s a dark wall of clouds
If you know me, you know I love Christmas. I love the whole season – I play carols and bake cookies and pull out the candles that smell like fir