I first discovered the magic of horses at five years old, and, as the saying goes, we were off and running. By age seven, I (literally) landed my first pony-related concussion and sutures. Undaunted, I climbed back into the saddle the moment a doctor gave the OK. My parents were initially in some form
Fall is more challenging than Summer. This is just a truth. Summer is the time for eating tomatoes from the garden with balsamic vinegar and calling it dinner. For staying up a little late and chasing fireflies in the yard. Fall is none of these things. None. Of. Them.
Today, while shopping at Target, I came across something that signals fall’s impending arrival more than any colorful leaf out there: parents who are done. I’m sure you’ve seen them, heck, maybe you are them (I was just this morning!). I love my children more than anything, and we’ve had a great summer, but it’s time for
