It was mid-morning Friday, and Alex and I were headed down the driveway for a walk. Apparently, turtles must smell because Alex followed...

 My mind has been and remains a jumbled mess since Lucy's death,  much like this picture, taken during the middle of one of those ...

I first met Steve on the day I moved in, October 5, 2005. He was walking up the driveway, and a friend who was helping me with th...

By the time I unsaddled Lucy and made my way back to the pasture where we had last seen our two new friends,  at least 15 minutes had e...

In all my excitement and relief over last week's hay delivery , I've been remiss in sharing this little story from the day.  It m...

I am not a mom in the traditional sense, but that does not mean I don't have maternal instincts.  My children just happen to have fou...

By the time I unsaddled Lucy and made my way back to the pasture where we had last seen our two new friends,  at least 15 minutes had e...

If Smooch looks a little weary, it's because she's been working overtime on ranch security. Between the snakes on the porch and th...

Lucy: Since when do we have a turtle? Me: Since six years ago. You should be honored that he decided to come out and meet you.  His...

Smooch and I were on a walk over the weekend, and we had just left the front gate and made the turn down our road. I was be-bopping along to...