Just lately I’ve started saying it: I am a writer. One who writes and would like to be read. So it is only de rigueur that I blog. I am 52 years old as I write this, embarking on my fifth great life pursuit (after my first career teaching elementary school, my second career in the law, my marriage and acquisition of step-children and my entry into the world of horses). Writing is the one that has been lurking all along.
The necessary backstory is concise. To celebrate our mid-life crisis, my husband and I moved from the Denver megalopolis in our 40s to the woods in southwest Colorado. This is my backyard:
I read Little House on the Prairie 10,000 times, I figured I was ready. I was wrong.
But that was almost 12 years ago. In that time, we’ve made lots of new friends (but have not learned to take quality photographs):
So here we are, country people. I intend to blog about horses and writing and writing about horses. If that goes well, I may branch out. Welcome.