The Unexpected Anguish Of Not Attending Camp

Today is the first day of advanced camp at Falcon Hill Farm. I am not among the campers. Pause for dramatic sniffle. Last year, Milton and I rode in Stepping Stone Farm’s advanced camp [1, 2, 3, 4]. This year, Milton and I are taking lessons at a hunter/jumper barn. Surely, we will ride inContinue reading “The Unexpected Anguish Of Not Attending Camp”

In Which I Learn The Power of Simply Being There

It was a short, strange trip. A friend’s mother died after a nasty illness. My friend was, as you would expect, not happy. I went to DC in order to provide moral support during the funeral mass. I flew up. Stayed with her for three days. Went home. That was it. You have to understand,Continue reading “In Which I Learn The Power of Simply Being There”