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The salient points: I didn’t panic when he snatched my purse, although I did sit there for a nanosecond, stunned with disbelief. If I put myself in his shoes, I imagine his desperation when he sized me up, a little too quickly as it turns out: a gray haired woman engrossed in a computer screen…
He had melanoma. Bad. After the surgery to remove a tumor, it had spread all over his body, as if the knife had released the dammed-up cancer and granted it a VIP visa to spread forth and multiply in every region. By the time we came to visit him, Stan was skeletal, holocaust-al, like an…
I have one good eye, and one that stays shut most of the time. Sometimes people look at me like I’m strange, but I think I have the kind of face Picasso would have painted. Sometimes I wear a black patch over my strong eye to make my lazy eye wake up. And it does!…
In our new place east of Alamosa, we’ve inherited a herd of seven: two bays, three paints and two red mules. Well, not really inherited. We’re honoring a previous agreement our sellers made with a man from La Jara who boards his herd in our sixteen acre field until the grass is gone or the…
I’m grateful for the whispers of intuition, gut feelings, and divine intervention from friends, strangers, and angels, all of which have guided us to recognize most of the major crossings on this razor’s edge path we’re dancing along as Henry and I move yet again, but this time back to the San Luis Valley. Clearly,…
Cinnamon just turned two years old a little more than a week ago. She’s already taller than her Morab mother at the withers and hips, but she’s got a more delicate build, smaller hooves, the classic Arab teacup muzzle even though she’s only three quarters Arab. She’s willful and smart and curious and loves to…
Sometimes you gotta take the long way around The straight lines don’t work ‘cause they lead into murk The road rattles and jerks and confounds Sometimes the straight lines don’t lead anywhere They may promise great rhymes they may save you some time but they might lure you into thin air Sometimes you…
Follow the horses wherever they lead Follow the horses to water and feed Follow the horses in thought and in deed Follow the horses their wisdom to heed Follow the horses their way is your creed Follow the horses they give what you need
This is our first spring living on our little farm, and we are struggling to learn how to irrigate the fields with the cold water that comes down from the mountain snow. The water gushes through some of the gates and valves; in others it trickles and leaks from the wrong places; in others yet,…