Winter had not yet come, at least not officially, but the winds that swept through our disappearing farm lands that early December night howled and moaned as if to haunt me.
It was springtime. Outside, the birds were singing. The horses were out in their pastures. There were blossoms on the trees. But Orla was inside.
Orla was in the dining room. She was sitting with a book in her hands.
There are details which have escaped me, but I do remember the important things. I woke up to the sound of my husband opening his gun case in our closet.
Immediately my stomach started to turn.
“Nathan, what are you doing?” I asked.
The sound of my own voice sounded foreign to me.
Cancer, unfortunately, is a disease that affects each and every one of us at some level. If we are not coping with it ourselves, we know someone who is.
What is your favorite kind of horse to watch? That is a question you might find yourself asking — and having trouble answering — if you attend Dressage at Devon.
Winter had not yet come, at least not officially, but the winds that swept through our disappearing farm lands that early December night howled and moaned as if to haunt me. New cookie-cutter houses disrupted the rural landscape.
As we walked through the front doors of Walter Reed Army Medical Center the first thing I noticed in a waiting room area was a massive portrait of a General. His eyes seemed to look through me.
Capt. Dawn F. Halfaker of Ramona, Calif., has found, after losing an arm in Iraq, recovery is more than just physical therapy.
A 2001 graduate of the U.S. Military Academy at West Point, she joined the Army’s Military Police Corps, served a year in Korea . . . (read more)
