Paul has given me an ultimatum, and I don’t like it.
I'm Just Saying
Holy cow! What was that? Oh, that’s right: Thanksgiving. I nearly missed it drowned out by the Christmas music playing since Halloween and the bombardment of holiday commercials on television.
Standing behind the kitchen island as I added milk to a mug of hot tea yesterday evening, the soft autumnal light ebbing through the storm door caught my eye and, entranced by the canopy of stained
As a woman (at least that’s what recent lab tests claim I am), I seem to have always known more about my truck engine or how to mow a slope on a tractor than my own body.
My column last week closed with the optimism of buying a new young prospect: a lovely filly, not yet started under saddle, that I felt so certain was destined to be mine that I arrived to the vetti