The Art of Doing Nothing

I have really been wrestling with this stage of parenthood, the age when they insist they don’t need or want my help and can do it all themselves (the fraught 9-12 preteen years!). I often feel frustrated and bereft and superfluous. I used to hold them close and share their adventures step for step, andContinue reading “The Art of Doing Nothing”

A kick in the pants

The other day I got kicked by a horse, a recently-gelded Arabian named T’Challa. I’m sure, to him, I deserved it. I was, after all, messing with his feet, where, common equine wisdom says, a horse’s brain is really located. It takes a lot of trust, that, willingly giving over your capacity for fight orContinue reading “A kick in the pants”