Bu++ Bites Build Gristle

It’s like this – the gander that was flapping my face, back and legs . . . . . . while simultaneously biting blood blisters on my little three-year-old derriere didn’t know he was contributing to my future confidence factor. Being left alone in trees by older cousins...

Mules Don’t Drool

  Do Mules Rule? Of Course! They were “the bomb” before tractors were invented. Especially for farmers who couldn’t afford farm equipment. Imagine trying to transform acres of rocky, tree-infested soil into bountiful crops without mules and their relatives. Mules...

Ya’at’eeh and Howdy! Sure nice of you to stop by…

Since this is the first blog of the rest of my life… …can we pretend we just met at a backyard barbeque and we’re hugging a couple of those aluminum chairs crisscrossed in greenish-blue nylon straps and we’re small talking to get to know each other? What’s...