As a little girl, I always wanted a pony for Christmas. Santa never brought me a pony. So in my late 40s, I started taking horseback riding lessons. When I turned 50, I got my first horse, an Icelandic named Blessi (Veigar frá Búðardal). Little did I know how much fun life with an Icelandic was going to be. Blessi has a unique perspective on life. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoy Blessi. And you will probably read about my cats from time to time.
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Tuesday, December 19, 2017
Musings -- Memories as Trigger Events
Just posted another essay "How to Start Writing" on my Musings on my Writings Blog. Your comments are welcome.
Just posted another essay "How to Start Writing" on my Musings on my Writings Blog. Your comments are welcome.
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