Safely Home

“Don’t feed her so much at a time,” my husband cautioned me when we tried to gentle our horse. “You want her to be dependent on you so you can control her.” I can’t help it.  I’m a “feeder”.  And our horse is fat…

Life, Love and Lasagna

My cell phone’s familiar jingle almost caused me to drop the Valentine cards and flowers I was juggling as I waited for the cashier. By the time I could reach my phone, I had missed my daughter’s phone call.  Since it was nearly 10…