I’m celebrating a new horse today. Her name is Kaya, a teenaged quarter horse-cross mare. It’s an experience; at age 72, I’m brimming with excitement and eager anticipation of what...
The first notes of Mariah Carey after Thanksgiving usually freak me out. I float above my body and count down the days until the New Year, hoping it will be...
A cold front moves across the piedmont of North Carolina. The wind lifts my horse’s mane from his neck, causing us both to shiver. He stands like a statue as...
