Gracie, the blue dog, and Max, the white horse, have learned a lot from their…
Sometimes the only thing you can do is learn to dance better.
Small-town life isn’t for…
When Sabina, my editor, suggested I write a blog about gratitude I agreed it was…
It’s been one year. How can it feel like last week and a lifetime…
If you’ve ever known a husky, you know that corners or bends in the trail…
I hear it when you’re subtle
blowing confetti-like leaves by my feet
I recognize your moods and…
Two-steppin’ in honky tonks, sawdust on the floor.
The fundamental religions of tacos and smoked meats.
At dusk She puts on a show
And sometimes we can’t wait
I have mine
you have yours
they can be shared
but not given away
not always believable
without being seen
And then like a wave that comes from nowhere and crashes on the shore