• 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…

  • It’s not you, it’s me.

    *** There are two words that are banned from my house.  If you know me, you’re having a smug moment, aren’t you? You think you know exactly what two words those are.  Well, I have news for you. They are NOT moist and panties. (I just watched a small mass of hives appear on my wrist from typing them though.) But, no. The two words that I hate more than anything are… fat and ugly. I know, I know. That sounds all self-righteous and cumbaya of me, right? But it’s the honest truth. I have always hated them. And not in the jokey way that everyone hates moist (although, I really, really…