An audience of one

After a shot to the knee, Drum moved with grace. To be on his back felt like home. I wanted to ride the property, up and down, through brush and water. Remembering his days of being a fine trail horse, beyond all of his talents in the ring. Instead we walked the...

Bring Him Home

Bring Him Home

For almost four years, he did his duty. Providing equine therapy for veterans and handicapped. Their kids also took lessons for free. Every day he was calm, patient, sweet and tough. Trotting, loping, drill teams, barrels, racing, and even jumping. Until he stumbled....

The power of the written word

I thought they stopped listening. I thought words no longer mattered. I thought party line was invincible. This bill passed the Montana Senate. It passed the House judiciary. It seemed inevitable. But we had to try. Running this opinon in every paper- in every town....

A road must traveled

One way in to my beautiful home. Now passable. Three feet of snow blocked me in, happily. Fully stocked for me and the critters, even a friend. Dusting off the dishes on top of the roof. The outside world comes to me. Including when the neighbor comes to plow. Or...

The deeper the better

White gold. A blanket of ice cream. A single path trying not to disturb the beauty or peace. Surveying his domain as deer and turkey amble along. Happy to ignore them, tucked in quiet bliss.

The Call of the Season

Finally there is snow. The celebration sounds, calling to the falling flakes. "This is my time," he cries. "Come down and cover my playground." "For I must frolic and roll and dig holes until spring."

Breathe

Cold air. It cleans the lungs and the soul. I will never walk this trail taking the view for granted. Here a rock forms perfectly into a chair. Benny runs on, hoping I will follow. Today I sit and breathe. He returns smiling from his happy romp. "This way," I say....

Too handsome

For hunting season. Lately I am welcomed home with a large herd of mule deer. I wait for them to move off my road, as if I'm invading their home. There is truth in that. Lots of ladies and a few bucks. And this one, wanted by many to fill their freezers. I wave...

“Winds of Change are Blowing Wild”

I have taught on this campus for over 20 years. Four changing seasons give a sense of permanence. Year after year, semester after semester, class after class, leaf after leaf. Do we get too secure, almost lazy in our assurance that Spring will always come? This next...