December 2015 I’ve been riding Tessie through her bucks and bolting for the last month’s worth of lessons. She’s telling me something but I’m not sure what, though yesterday when…
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I walk the dogs down the road first thing. The moon hugs earth shine, the sun an orange glow on the horizon, the sky smoky, stars fading. I’m not much…
When I was a young girl preachers terrified me when they shouted about damnation and hellfire. Even Jesus’ words aren’t so gentle when He talks about outer darkness and…
If everyday is Saturday for a retired person, how do you catch a break? How do you get a day off from the day off? Lately I’ve found myself bone…
Bruce and I joke about how you can tell we’re country people because, when we hear the coyotes sing, we stop and watch the train. We look down the belly…
“The cat came back, the very next day, I thought he was a goner but the cat came back. He couldn’t stay away!” I first heard this folk song at…
It’s been sad month, so I thought I’d share a few poems from my unpublished collection: The Grieving Dreams. I made these poems after my brother died nearly 28 years…
I rode Tessie through fear the other day and kept thinking about the old lines by Percy Shelley, “Oh wild west wind, thou breath of autumn’s being” only this was early…
Shaman. That’s what I thought about Mark Russell. He may be laying his hands on the horses like any well trained body worker, adjusting horses where they are broken, but…
The farmers got back at their planting this week, the fields finally dry enough after a two inch rain and made a couple of mysteries for Bruce and me. They started planting…