Ok, so nothing actually about men here, I just didn’t have a catchier title. If you live in the foothills, you know that at some point you’re going to have a mouse or two in your house. If you don’t yet live here, but are considering it, know that at some point you’re going to[…]
Last fall, when we started planning our grand trip to Ireland and Scotland, the discussion of transportation was a big one. Not too worried about Scotland, they seem to have mass transportation and a killer train system figured out for the whole country. Ireland, however, was another bird. We didn’t want a coach or tour[…]
Oddly enough, I’m finding myself in the exact same place that I was in March of 2021 regarding a topic for this column. So, with a bit of a cheat, I’m copying the intro from that column and let’s see what random thoughts follow. It will be a surprise for all of us, isn’t that[…]
Chronologically, I am 61 years of age. In my head, however, I’m still convinced I’m in my 40’s. Early 40’s. Like 40. Or rather, I was, right up until the day about a month ago when I looked down and wondered who swapped out my legs for these old lady chicken legs I was looking[…]
I used to be a wreck about naming livestock and pets that came to live at the farm. Especially the newborn alpacas, if we didn’t have a name in the first 20 minutes then I became an idiot about it. The idea of an unnamed animal was just unacceptable. Ridiculous, right? I kept a running[…]
You know how the universe has a way of putting things and ideas and people in your path to shine a light on an area you might want to put some awareness on? Recently for me it’s been about our ability to choose happiness. It seems wherever I look lately, there’s another reminder, front and[…]
We’ve had an alpaca farm for over 18 years and 4 locations now, and not since 2007 have we had water at our barn. Up on Black Mountain we had a creek-fed trough quite a ways away and across some rough terrain from the barn. (Who am I kidding, that entire property was rough terrain[…]
So, I was having lunch with friends the other day, and the topic of “when we were kids” came up as it is wont to do with folks of a certain age. (It’s safe to say we’re all north of 60 and may occasionally shake our fists and yell, “get off my lawn!”) Somehow, we[…]
June has evolved into a reflective month for me. My step-dad, “The Papa,” passed away the night of June 24, 2011 and my mom followed him June 28, 2019. As many of you know, my mom had Alzheimer’s, so those years in between were full of challenges, but also full of a lot of love[…]
Normally when my turn rolls around for this column I have an idea for a topic well ahead of time. I only have to write every third month, so really, how hard could it be, right? In fact, often I’ll wake up on any given morning and the entire essay pops right into my head[…]
