There are so many creatives in my family and extended family that if you can’t design, make, or at least improve a project someone’s liable to ask you
The spray painted 90 foot Norway Spruce at my Grandmother’s farm in 1949. A man stands at the base. December first naturally brings with it the guilt that
A recent afternoon at a rodeo planted Willie Nelson’s song “My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys” firmly in my brain. Early Cowboys Growing up glued to the T.V.
In 1969, before there were certifications for riding instructors, I graduated from a riding program in Maryland, certified to teach riding and train horses. The program was tough,
Organic Writing Organic writing is described as ‘seat of the pants’ writing where story falls out of the pen possibly leading down the dark halls of no return.
Have you ever considered how addicting the hunger for time is? We cannot influence how much time we’re given, yet it’s one of our most precious gifts. The
Morning in the barn is a favorite time for me. I love the sounds and the interaction with the animals. Hoping to find a way to share my
When did I first love horses? Not exactly a burning question for anyone other than myself, but every now and then, when I survey the Missouri farm and multiple horses
Time is suspended between Christmas and the New Year. It’s intended for dreaming, reorganization, evaluation. Since it’s part of the holiday season, pressure is off, most deadlines are