Night Trip to Fulford. Part II.

Night Trip to Fulford. Part II.

I was nervous and excited as we gassed up the other two snowmobiles and prepared for our full-moon ride out into the snow-covered backcountry. We passed around a flask of brandy for “warmth” and I was curious about how far out we already were anyway. Wasn’t Fulford in...
Night Trip to Fulford. Part II.

Night trip to Fulford. Pt I.

During my first few years of living in Vail, Colorado, life was exciting and new. I was newlywed, and even though I still missed living in the city at times, I was beginning to enjoy the ski mountain town lifestyle. I was with the man I loved more than life itself and...
Mercy Killing.

Mercy Killing.

I don’t like animals being killed. I can’t stand the thought of animals and fish being murdered because I want something on my plate ~ to quote the great Sir Paul McCartney “If slaughterhouses had glass walls, nobody would eat meat.” It’s also partly about how...
The Messy Middle of Life.

The Messy Middle of Life.

So, I’m at that stage in life, where I’m older than I ever thought I’d be – not that I thought I would die young or anything, but like so many other circumstances you find yourself in, such as marriage, cancer, or winning the lottery, to name a random selection,...
Open Letter to Married Women.

Open Letter to Married Women.

Dear Married Women in general, I see you checking me out and judging me before I even open my mouth, the “single” woman in the room, more so than your husbands do. And I feel it’s time to set the record straight. It’s blatantly obvious there are a few things you are...
On Appearances.

On Appearances.

Until recently my son has preferred his hair long, like below his shoulders, which I’m fine with. As a curly girl myself, I have a different perspective about hair than those whose hair is considered family property and is always dictated by how it is worn and cut, I...