So.  Here's the time line for Beka's Bachlorette Weekend Madness. Noon:  I haul ass out of work. Noon-thirty:   drop off s...

I was pregnant. And now I'm not. Now I'm a statistic, a grieving statistic. I can't tell you how excited I was to share my...

On Monday, the Old Man turned nineteen.  Because no one should ever work on their birthday, I planned a light day with lots of grazing.  And...

All endings are also beginnings.  We just don't know it at the time. -Mitch Albom you are a horse running alone and he tries to tame...

A Contest. Photo by the uber-amazing Britt Gillis . So we all know that Whiskey is at least part Appaloosa.  He's got the chara...

This is exceptionally hard to write, because I am both acknowledging that I had hopes and dreams, small though they were, for my old gelding...

I've been listening to audiobooks like a mad woman. First, it was the Fault in Our Stars , which was stupid of me, because who wants to ...

Stitches. In my pony. From a kick. Don't go much further if gore makes you tingly, but I like to document everything. All the ...

I couldn't help myself. So, let's talk about the weekend because it wasn't really epic, with a side of bitching about m...

When my dear sweet hubs asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I said a helmet. I've had the Tipperary for less than the recommended time...