Storylife
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do.
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do.
As I sat getting my hair trimmed at the salon and “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer” boomed through the sound system, I thought of poor Rudolph and how no one let him join in any reindeer games…
I’m a hard working person, perhaps obsessively so. I tend to think, “Once I get ____ done, then I can relax, get together with my friends, go horseback riding – in other words, after the work comes the fun and not one moment before. The only problem is that once I finish ____, there’s always…
“Forgive the dead year. Forgive yourself. What will be wants To push through your fingers.” ~ Marge Piercy, “The head of the year” Forgive yourself… Isn’t [s]he the hardest person to forgive of all? I’m still waiting for her to make amends The future is not ours to see or to make or to bend…
On the morning of September 14, I finished packing things into my cargo van, a small Ford Transit Connect, and began my road trip from Minnesota to the east coast to visit family. I broke the drive up over three days. The first night, I found a Cracker Barrel restaurant in Elkhart, Indiana and parked…
Last Saturday morning, it was too cold to horseback ride but I wanted to give Luke a chance to walk on something besides the hard packed ice and snow in the paddock. So lead line in hand, I took my horse for a stroll behind the barn and out on the paths that wind through the woods.
“That’s life, that’s what all the people say. You’re riding high in April, Shot down in May But I know I’m gonna change that tune, When I’m back on top, back on top in June.” While taking Java for a walk, I saw an elderly woman standing at her trailer with her horse. I was…
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Maery Rose….I love your story!