The Fourth of July has become a weird holiday for me. Last year I was still so numb with grief that the day blipped by in a haze. My friend Stephanye, the first of team LetsMakeSureLaurenDoesn’tKillHerself stayed with me through the long weekend. She was bubbly and happy and everything I needed her to be while we sipped cider and watched the fireworks explode over a lake, but I don’t remember feeling anything. The first month after Tim died was a time…
I started “She Moved to Texas 2.0” in late 2012. It was then that I decided to focus solely on equestrian topics, and pitch myself as a purposeful “horse blogger.” Now almost four years later, I’d say we’re on version 3.0 of the blog. Version 3.0 is a lot less organized. I write about what I want when I want, and I care a lot less about comment numbers or views these days. In the height of my 5-day-a-week-horse-blogging, I…
Being married can be a lot like hibernation. You spend all this time when you’re younger dreaming up the right person that you could imagine spending your life with. They’ve got the humor of your favorite comedian, the body of your favorite movie star, the voice of your favorite musician. We grow up with these different archetypes surrounding us in media, and throw different qualities on our theoretical ideal like slapping clay onto a sculpture. Of course the people we end…
My entire life I’ve wanted to be able to talk to animals. I’m sure I’m not the only blogger who feels that way, but being able to speak with my menagerie has been towards the top of my superhero wishlist for a long, long time. Since I haven’t been bit by a radioactive spider or struck by lightning recently, I’ve found other ways to fulfill my Dr. Dolittle dreams. It all started with a stuffed lobster dog toy that Tim gave puppy…
So I bought a horse. If you follow me on instagram, you noticed there was a new addition to the nerd herd this weekend. Two weeks ago, I went to try horses at a local farm that came up through the grapevine after I posted my honest ISO on some Texas horse groups. When my trainer and I went to go look at him, I sat on two horses. One was quite fancy with show experience and a fantastic lead change….
A prayer You who I don’t know how to talk to anymore. You whose body comes to me in a dream only to be gone as soon as I say your face, your mouth, your arms, your breasts, your feet. What happens when you die? The broken light switch in the kitchen, the doorknob glistening in the saucer by the window. How can you get in? This solitude, no match for your solitude, which must want to be sung again in…
I’m still paused, but today I did this… Point and shoot low jumper for lease. Simon is a 16.2hh 10 y/o Thoroughbred eligible for Take 2. Tons of miles in the 2’6″-2’9″ jumper and hunter rings, and schooled at home up to 3’3″. Simon is uncomplicated, amateur friendly and LOVES his job. Puppy dog personality with no spook, buck, bolt or stop. Honest as the day is long. Well schooled on the flat (my 2nd level dressage rider friend says…
As someone who likes to juggle a lot of things, I tend to be at my best when I’m multi-tasking like a mofo. It works for me. The busier my brain is, the more I can keep the crazy at bay. When I focus too much on one thing, well… I get a little crazy. At the beginning of last week I had some things in my life that I was really excited about. You’d think by now that I…