I didn’t call this post “How to Raise Independent Children” because I’m not done raising mine and I don’t know how they’ll turn out. I don’t know if anything I’m doing now is going to work, but I’m sure as hell trying to raise independent kids. I work at a doctor’s office and I can’t… Continue reading Raising independent children…
The other day I was unfortunate enough to be at the grocery store at the same time as a family with two very badly behaved children. I wouldn’t describe myself as a kid person, even though I have two of them. It’s not that I dislike children; I don’t. Kids can be delightful. I simply… Continue reading Raising bratty kids is child abuse.
I heard about a remote fishing spot in a WMA about 40 minutes from my house and decided to check it out. You have to be pretty determined to get there because it requires a 2 mile bike ride followed by a 1/2 mile hike. The WMA stocks the river with trout though, so it’s… Continue reading Fishing at Raccoon Creek in North Georgia
I talk a lot about slow living on my blog and I realized I’ve never actually defined what slow living means. There are plenty of definitions out there, but I’ll give you mine. For me, slow living means that I don’t get so busy that I’m forced to do things I don’t want to do.… Continue reading What is slow living?
Last year I worked more hours than I usually do. I couldn’t find anyone to work the afternoon shift, so I had to do it myself. It was nice to make the extra money, but it wasn’t worth the time I missed at home. Since I was at work all day, I couldn’t devote as… Continue reading Letting up on the throttle… a commitment to slow living.
When Instagram first came out, I was so enthralled with it. I followed people all over the world who were doing interesting things, things I didn’t know people still did, like packing mules over the mountains out west or running a chuck wagon at a dude ranch. I followed mountain climbers, polo players, ranchers, other… Continue reading Everyone else is so perfect.
I have been in love with horses since the very first time I saw one. My earliest memory is of a horse. I was about three years old and I was at the beach with my parents (we lived on an island), and I saw something coming up the beach toward us. It was huge… Continue reading Why I Spend a Fortune on Horses