Cancerversary
I couldn’t find this in my cancer tour guide book; the section on how to determine your cancer-free landmark. It is an important
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Emotional Latitude
We’ve been traveling some steep emotional waves of late. Saying “we” is only true because I include us by our
Bonded Pairs
I wanted to write about something else, something that had been cooking on my mind’s back burner for the better
Beauty
Reagan left. She was here for a week, shouldering by herself the big task of keeping me company in addition to completing
A Herd and a Pack
Our horses live together as a herd. Now, that may seem like an obvious thing for a horse, but you would be
Three Old Ladies
Three old ladies live in this house. Two of them are dogs. If you quickly concluded that I am the third
Gracie Alexander, Wonder Dog
Now that I know how the most current chapter in Gracie’s story is to be written, I can say with great certainty:
We Had Visitors
That is the best feeling, truly, when a horse at complete liberty and with a thrumming desire to feed its belly, turns instead to you and says, hey, let’s hang out together for a bit. It is being chosen in a way that is exponentially more powerful than you would expect; enough to make up for all of the times you were ever not picked in life, even the ones you once though mattered. Especially those.
Attractive Nuisance
I used to be a lawyer. Truth. I’m not anymore, but I figure having once done the whole law school
The Place We Call … Farm
The farm, our farm, IS a lot of work; it is also a great source of joy and personal satisfaction. It’s not just the big picture of it, but the little scenes that make my heart sing. A hundred times a day these things catch me – – first my eye, then my heart. I am swept up in the beauty of it, the intimate moments that arise because we are woven together, both two-legged and four-legged, in a web of caretaking and daily living. Someone is always eager to share those moments with me.
Something About Molly – A Story in (Mostly) Pictures
There is truly something special about Molly. That is the best explanation I have for why hordes of exuberantly sympathetic folks from all sorts
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Big Sigh
Ask me how the house renovation is going. Go ahead. Ask me. Ask me about how … somehow .. I
Iron Dog
I joined a writers group. I am not entirely certain about this. It is a difficult thing figuring out the
Close Quarters
I am so grateful for the barn. I cannot think of a better way to start this story of our
A Little Bit Afraid
Molly is a little bit afraid of the thunder. I know this because a storm scuttles in the distance causing
To an Incomprehensible Act, With Gratitude
I don’t know you and, your god willing, you will never know me. Twelve years ago you brought a pup
The Awkwardness of What Matters
We are home. We have mostly worked through the inevitable fatigue and mental distortion of criss-crossing the planet and today we are
Open to the Possibilities
Daya comes from a farm about half a mile or so away from us. Of course, we didn’t know that
Meet the Maremmas, Part 2
I talk about this always, to anyone who asks about the maremmas — they are not guard dogs; they are
Meet the Maremmas, Part 1
Marco, Sophie and Giada are Maremma Sheepdogs, a breed originating in the Abruzzo region of Italy for the purpose of
