It was one of those weekends where everything I wrote sounded like drivel.
So I’m doing the wise thing and going pictorial.
Traded in my fat bike for one that fits me like a glove.
This was our first time out and I’m feelin’ the bike love.
I’m a big list maker, mainly because I have such a crummy memory and way too many things to remember. Some things on my lists are very small, like “wash sheets”. Other things are very large, like “write a book”, which I guess I should break down into more manageable bites. And some things have…
When it was light enough to see outside, I was surprised to see that it had snowed! My farrier arrived at 8 AM and concurred that the snow was quite a shock. We’re feeling a little cheated out of our Fall trail riding season when there’s no bugs, the woods are beautiful, and it’s a…
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….
I know my writing at times is depressing. I guess writing about how I feel is how I cope with the bad times. It’s not where I stay all the time though. I get daily e-mails from an organization called Divorce Care that suggests ways to get through grief, anger, depression and other emotions and issues…
It was a hot chocolate day An overcast day A damp day A day that took the crunch Out of the leaves And made dogs muddy It was a dog bath kind of day Or one bath One failed attempt Can you see who’s wet and who isn’t? It was a day To try and…
I’m looking for A rhythm Like hoofbeats On rock Like a rider Who is joined In the up And the down And the breath And the heart And in knowing This is right You know the feeling. Golfers and baseball players call it the “sweet spot”. It’s that moment when you get it just right. The longer…
