• Sheep and Guinness and Cliffs, Oh My!

    “Was that the best drunken decision you’ve ever made or what?!” My little brother called me yesterday and, without even saying hello, he blurted out the above.  He had been following my posts on Instagram as Brian and I traveled through Ireland and was taken aback by it all.  Needless to say, my answer to him was a resounding Hell yes! Ireland was amazing. Like, truly amazing.  Not “This pizza is amazing” amazing. I’m talking 100%, bonafide, accurately defined A M A Z I N G. I knew that exploring the country would be fantastic, but any expectations I had were blown out of the water by the true beauty…

  • Irish Courage: Traveling with Anxiety

    Well, it’s nearly November, my friends. We are (hopefully, knock on wood) wrapping up a double-whammy of the flu and strep-throat with our five year old right now and it’s been seven days of non-stop fun (<– sarcasm font).  Ivy has pretty significant asthma, so whenever she gets any kind of respiratory illness/cold/flu/virus, we are on high alert.  Combine that with my every-day anxiety and this mama needs a drink. Or eleven. And all of the above is now happening about four days before Brian and I leave the country. Because the universe loves to paw at my anxiety like a kitten with a ball of yarn. A few months…

  • Fall refresh.

      *** It’s fall. My favorite. This year, I shall defy the Missouri weather by turning the air conditioning up enough to feel comfortable in sweaters. I will look out my window and pretend it’s not 80 degrees on most days. I will spray paint the leaves forcing them to turn. I will have my fall, dammit. *** And how are all of you? It’s been awhile… I had a nice summer break of not writing. I am still not sure how much or often I will write. Or what I will write about. Likely, things that interest me at the moment… with no theme or direction or scheduled pattern.…

  • Riding It Out: Helping my daughter find her confidence through horses

    I walked into a horse barn last night and the smell of my childhood wafted through the air, stung my eyes and filled my soul with the familiar… *** As a child growing up with a father who (still) is a large animal veterinarian, I can tell you stories. Girrrrls (and boys), I got stories. Like… I used to bring jarred horse fetuses to school for Show ‘N Tell. My dad would blow up latex surgical gloves like balloons for our birthdays. I watched my dad perform surgery on a tiger when the circus literally came to town. Yep, I got stories. I grew up with a certain level of…