With horses.
With horses. It begins with the first footfall onto the gravel barn drive. The familiar crunch, a rush of silence. I arrive at a hidden nook of pasture-dotted countryside tucked within …
With horses. It begins with the first footfall onto the gravel barn drive. The familiar crunch, a rush of silence. I arrive at a hidden nook of pasture-dotted countryside tucked within …
It’s a new year and I am here, finding my way back to this exercise in processing my experiences, allowing emotional energy to flow, tapping it out on a MacBook, …
“I am wondering if it would help to talk to someone at this point,” he said. My husband, J, caught my gaze as he leaned forward in his chair. His eyes …
It’s been a long time since I’ve strung together enough words to constitute a blog post. Keeping a baby and a toddler alive while working full time so they have a house …
At first I couldn’t put my finger on precisely what moment I wanted this birth story to begin. You see, I began suffering from those teaser contractions midway through my second trimester. …
Person. Mother. Therapist.