A Memory

When I was a thirteen years old, I had a job as a feeder at a horse farm and stable. After school, before dinner, I rode my own horse about a mile to the farm, fed all the horses, and then rode back home for my own feeding time. One day, I was so tired … Continue reading A Memory

A Proud Moment

I think my most proud moment was each time I gave birth to one of my children. The first time was most impressive to me because I had of course never done it before, therefore I was scared and there is never any way to know what to expect.

Resolution: WRITE

Writing. Purposefully, regularly, and with intent. It's never been my strong suit; always been a dream. Because of that, my new year is starting early and I will jump in today with my resolution: make writing a habit.  Over a year ago, I actually began writing daily, but it's NFPI (Not For Public Inspection) in my personal journal. … Continue reading Resolution: WRITE