For Morgan Two days ago, one of my daughter’s best friends from childhood lost her beloved horse Rumba. This young woman is now a yoga instructor and for the past year she has been traveling and working in Australia. The strange thing about this story is best said in her own words: “I never sign… Continue reading Learning to Fly Without Wings
Tag: Horses
Make Yourself At Home
I try not to sweat the small stuff. Really I do. But when I leave home, and leave my menagerie in the care of a house sitter, I am nothing if not explicit. The directions for the care and feeding of my four dogs and two horses (the cat got a reprieve from his Boston… Continue reading Make Yourself At Home
Two Hundred and Nine Short Essays Later
Here I am in Boston, on the eve of my very first writer’s conference, feeling a bit like an imposter. After all, the extent of my writing so far has been this blog, apart from thousands of histories, physical exams and treatment plans over the last thirty-nine years since starting medical school. It occurred… Continue reading Two Hundred and Nine Short Essays Later
A Brief News Update From the Animal House
If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know that I have quite a little menagerie here. In my animal loving prime, when I had a lot more energy than I do now, we had 5 Scottish deerhounds, one Brussels Griffon, two cats, two guinea pigs and eight horses, at least one of… Continue reading A Brief News Update From the Animal House
If Wishes Were Horses
For Missy Is there any woman alive who can’t recite the old nursery rhyme “If wishes were horses,then beggars would ride”? The line is etched into the memory of every little girl who ever wanted a pony, but its true lineage dates back to James Carmichael’s Proverbs of Scots circa 1628 when the original read … Continue reading If Wishes Were Horses
Nana
When I was ten years old, there were only two things in life that I loved beyond question: horses and my Nana. Nana, whose real name was Jenny Silver, was my maternal grandmother. She and my grandfather, known of course as Papa, lived in Augusta, Georgia on a tree shaded street in the true heart… Continue reading Nana