• Holiday Frame of Mind: Why this heathen is putting up a nativity set.

    Christmas is coming, y’all. No, I’m not shunning Thanksgiving. In fact, I’m in the throws of preparing to host it. However, for the last few years, I’ve decorated for Christmas right before Thanksgiving. We enjoy being surrounded by twinkling Christmas trees and garland galore while we eat our turkey. And we’re not one dang bit sorry! I have so many bins of holiday decor at this point that I honestly think they are breeding in the basement and multiplying. For the last couple of years, I’ve stuck to the same “theme” though, if you will. I’m drawn to vintage and nostalgic items. Not just for the way they look –…

  • Old(er) pony, new tricks.

    *** We are in the thick of summer and though we have been having lots of fun, it also feels like we’ve been weaving around unavoidable chaos.  Summer has completely thrown off my momentum of self-care and I have no excuse other than my inability to focus when I don’t have a solid schedule.  Ivy’s summer break combined with a work trip then a small pleasure trip completely threw me off my path.  I haven’t worked out consistently and my eating habits have been on and off for weeks. I have gained back a few pounds and I’m starting to think I need to throw my scale out altogether –…

  • 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…

  • Kids these days.

    *** I lied about something. Well, it wasn’t really a lie. I just wasn’t clear. A few weeks ago, I wrote in a post that  “Eye rollers are the worst.'” I would like to clarify what I meant. Eye rollers who roll their eyes at other’s success or ambition are the worst.  All other eye-rollers can roll away with reckless abandon. I feel it’s important to address this, as I have been doing a ton of eye-rolling lately.  A ton.  And the reason? The reason is this: If I have to hear one more adult gripe (either in person or through some ridiculous meme on Facebook) about how “kids these days” are…