My mom had high hopes for me. She really did. I was her first child, was smart, and I was a gorgeous child. I had huge brown eyes, a quick, engaging smile, widow’s peak, dark auburn hair-and she was going to make sure that I did what she didn’t in life. I was supposed to […]Read More Who was the Sports Model Jackass?
My grandpa drove a black pickup-step side with the old style pins and chains on the tail gate to lock it closed, hold it flat, or allow it to drop all the way down. As far as I was concerned, it was a Rolls Royce Silver Phantom. From the time I walked well, I was […]Read More Becky
This was a sore point between my mom and I. You see-she had this idea that since I was the ‘spitting image of her’ (and I was), that I was going to have the identical interests and goals that she did-i.e. being an author, marrying a pilot, having a big family, being a social success, […]Read More Romance & Horses
THE BITTER SOUTHERNER – Great Stories from the South. We lived by the railroad track-the one Gen. William T. Sherman and his troops came down and burned the crossties on to heat the rails to make them into ‘Shermans bow ties’. Our house stood right in front of the one mile marker to the Red […]Read More THE BITTER SOUTHERNER – Great Stories from the South
My mom thought I’d outgrow the “horse phase”. After all, other little girls did. She wanted a dainty little girl who played with dolls, held tea parties, was fussy about wearing dresses, stayed clean, and loved playing house. What she got was a child who looked like her carbon copy-but that was it. I hated […]Read More A Lifetime of Equines