So, December 3rd and 4th tie in perfectly together, and since I’m already behind, I might as well lump ’em in and act like it was planned, right? Right. So
No. Not love. Not charity. Not honor. VACATION. Yes, my loves, vacation is the most beautiful word I have ever heard in my life, and tomorrow, I get live out
…is that I get to make videos, and thus capture myself embarrassingly baby-talking to my horses. Enjoy: [vimeo http://vimeo.com/15796649] Horsey Time from Dani Nichols on Vimeo.
Yesterday, I’m trying to get Wee Cowgirl to ask her horse to walk. She keeps insisting that the correct word is “go” and I insist on “walk”. Finally, she looks
Seriously. What more needs to be said? When my September issue of Vogue appeared in my woefully inadequate mailbox (yes, the fall issue is what I lovingly call “the CostCo
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