I confess, I am not a great gift giver. I can think of countless gifts for my children; but for everyone else, its a dark abyss. Last Christmas I gave my mom a couple of things, maybe perfume and earrings. I don’t really remember. Turns out the gift I gave her on a whim…
My daughter Kaitlyn and I navigated new territory through brush and open country on a long horseback ride recently. One trail led us to a running stream—enough running water for Kaitlyn’s new horse to be unsure of crossing. She gave “Parker” an opportunity to smell the water and think about dipping a hoof. All the while…
A poem I wrote this summer {2016} A little insight. This is who I am and where I am from… I Am From… I am from the dust of a West Texas plain Singing in the endless blowing breeze Stringy hair, pearl snaps, red cowgirl boots A seed of a girl in the Texas dirt
