I have two topics I want to talk about. One is death. The other one is the potty, specifically number one. Which one of these appeals to you? It’s a bit awkward, talking about either BUT it has to be said. I’ve thought about it so long, there’s no way around it. So I thought you could help me decide. If you’d like to hear about death, hit your number 1 key. If you’d like to hear about number one, hit your number 2 key. Take your time. I’ve got all day. *checks watch* There’s no other...

There are circumstances when it's better to not say something to get your point across. That is, the omission of facts brings the desired results.
Better yet: use the KISS principle. Keep It Simple, Silly! (Trying to be kind here. )

I first learned this as the parent of a small boy. Do not hand him a glass of anything and say "Don't spill it". Did I think he would intentionally try to spill it? No, he was pretty anal about pleasing me at that age. By saying "Don't...

Do you see the title of this? Let’s read it again. Wouldn't have missed it for the world! I said that to someone yesterday when I saw an old picture. And the declaration resonated over and over in my head.

A yellowed newspaper clipping about foxhunting in Virginia included a picture of 79-year-young Phil Stafford. He’s taking a warming sip of brandy from his pewter flask, traditionally carried in a “sandwich case” strapped to the side of an English saddle. He is in full hunt...

Anyone who has ever loved a cat knows they deserve their own blog entry. Cats are characters. They are athletes. They are so much cooler than we could ever be. And just when you think they are totally ungrateful, they reward you with a snuggle on the couch. No matter that they’re using you for warmth.

Leland, who is genetically a dilute red but looks orange to me, is our cat. We got him from a rescue while living in Hawaii. They gave us the paperwork of two different cats so he...

I don’t know if I ever told you, but I have horses. Do you picture a serene landscape of rolling pasture and a red barn with a weather vane atop a cupola? White board fences and sunny skies? Do you imagine my finances being in the 6 digits? At least? I know, right? That’s what it all should be but this is reality.

Several years ago I was much like many women in their 40’s. I grew up riding horses and loved horses. School, career and family separated me from my equine passion...