From dressage rider to cowgirl wannabe to trail rider – all the horse lovin’ is here
Thanks everyone for your comments on my post on Willow. One of my nieces read it and told me that she put her deceased dog’s tags on her keychain because he loved to ride with her everywhere she went. I wish Willow would have had dog tags because that’s a really good idea. And my…
When I titled my post yesterday, I really wasn’t thinking about the lyrics to the song, which I’ve included below. More fitting than I realized. The Captain and Tennille were married in 1975 and, sigh, are still married. I wish I knew how to make that second verse work. No super powers for me. Love…
My sister advised me not to be like Lot’s wife and spend my time looking backwards, lest I turn into a pillar of salt. Perhaps pillar of salt was a metaphor for grief and the salty tears that sadness brings? I know I can’t get through this time without grieving, without examining my life to…
It was a beautiful day today – low 70s. So as soon as I got home from work, before I lost daylight, I changed clothes and rode Murphy. Since I didn’t have anyone to take photos. I decided to try and take my own. Thus the shots of the top of Murphy’s head. And the…
I wake up each day trying to grasp what’s happening. So far, I can’t. This past weekend, my husband told me he’s filing for divorce. Did I see that coming? No. He’d said something was not right in our marriage about a month ago, but we talked and I thought we were working things out….
It’s almost Easter and I’ve been feeling nostalgic. My adoptive Mom was Polish and at Easter time she made a beet and horseradish relish that we called “Kassan”. I have no idea how to spell it. My Mom We had this relish on our hard-boiled eggs, kielbasa (Polish sausage), ham and whatever else we felt like…
