I planned on taking my five-year-old gelding to a clinic before signing him up for the Mountain Trail Competition. But as you know, things don’t always work out how we plan, want, or expect. As the saying goes: Want to make God laugh? Tell him your plans! I think he must be belly laughing by…
I just hit the send button for a national short fiction contest. Whew. Re-writers are complete. I decided to take the last two chapters of an unpublished novel and see if I could rework it for this short fiction contest. With changes, it worked. Here is what I had to cut and edit to make this piece…
Today’s post was going to highlight the Columbia River Cowboy Gathering. But over the weekend, events have transpired. Instead, I’m going to share my town’s predicament. I came home Sunday, Easter Sunday, to the devastation of our roads by a month-long flood. Our land, both in Ferry and Stevens County’s, is swelled not only with…
Let’s face it, Kentucky is known for its horse racing derby every May. Well, move over Thunder Snow and Gunnevera and make room for three of our archers from Indian Country! This year’s Derby is May 6th. The following weekend three of our archers will fly in and shoot for the national title. We have…
Our human minds are similar to equines in that we have two sides of the brain I like to call creative and critical. As a writer, there is the creative writing side and the cut-paste-transform side. Horses are much the same with the thinking and reacting sides of the brain. This is important to understand…
NASP sounds like it has to do with outer space. At least that’s what I thought the first time I heard the acronym. NASP––National Archery in the Schools Program––has certifiably nothing to do with space, but gives kids the same kind of rush. When asked if I’d like to become a certified teacher for our…
One sunny, winter day at Mt. Spokane, my brother and two family friends thought it would be a good idea for me to cowgirl up and ski down the “big hill.” I was in early elementary and finished morning ski lessons. They convinced me it was safe to ride the ski lift with them,…
Empty buildings lined cracked streets. It felt like an old ghost town from the west as my husband and I drove through last January. But it’s still hanging on. Set it Lincoln County, this territory was known as “a howling desert.” Until fertile soil was discovered by the Harrington, Furth and Robinson firm from Lusa…
I am addicted to lichen (like-en). Whenever I see lichen, I have to photograph it. I love its various textures and colors. Its softness and woodsy smell. If you have children or grandchildren who love the outdoors and plant life like I do, this information is for you. Myth Busters Did you know? Lichen is…
The last thing I remember before going under is saying to the nurse, “Please, save my baby!” Tears rolled down both of our faces. When I woke up, I had no idea if my baby was alive or dead. I had no idea if the baby was a boy or girl, in those days we…
Here is a sneak peek of a free gift offered to anyone to visits my website and blog. A Horse Lover’s Manifesto: How to Ride and Stay in the Saddle I will lead with soft hands. I will adjust to fit the situation. I will feel my horse and release at the right time,…
I apologize for a late post. Huge snow storms are wreaking havoc with my satellite internet. Yes, I am so remote we have satellite internet. Recently, I read a wonderful juvenile fiction story called Backyard Horses by Dandi Daley Mackall. Ellie James is a horse-loving girl who dreams of owning a black stallion show…
I’ve decided the gist of my blogging, thanks to Jeff Goins, is all about Western Woman and Girls unplugging from the rat-race of life and technology to find adventure––anywhere and everywhere. This week my parents stayed at our place to feed horses and dogs. My hubby and I drove from the east side of Washington…
I was born white. It’s my heritage. Yet I write main characters from another ethnicity––Native America. My grandmother always told us we were part Indian, but the proof never came. It still hasn’t and probably never will. I never intended to write let alone write books that have the protagonist from a different heritage. I…
While in Santa Fe, NW I discovered Kateri Tekakwitha, (pronounced “ˈɡaderi deɡaˈɡwita”) a Mohawk woman. She is the first Native American woman to be recognized as a saint in the Roman Catholic Church. As a friend and I were walking along the streets of Santa Fe before our writer’s conference began, we came across a…
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