Staying on the Horse Works Much Better

The first time I rode a horse, I was about five years old. I was briefly on the horse, then briefly flying through the air, then waking up in my Aunt Mary’s living room with everyone around me looking very worried and debating whether they should take me to the hospital… Continue reading

On Yard Work and Baby Bunnies

There’s something so welcoming about sitting on your porch reading a book while your neighbors mow the lawn, or weed the flowerbeds, or clean the garage. It’s a friendly kind of neighborhood, one that’s comforting in its quiet diligence.

I sat on the steps and read until… Continue reading

On Needing to Always Carry My Keys

Every day after lunch, Chad and I take a leisurely stroll down our very long driveway to check the mail. It’s a nice break in the middle of the day, a chance to get outside for two people who work from home and could go from the time they wake up until the end of the working day without ever seeing the sun. Continue reading