BY SHERRI SANDS Published by David C Cook Sierra Montgomery is struggling. A divorced mother of three, she's lost her job, been evicted from her home, and forced to move in with her busy-body mum. New employment is thin on the ground, her ex-husband is a deadbeat dad, and she's lost her faith in her …
Awwwww!
TO QUOTE HELEN MIRREN I'm dead chuffed. Beckz has very kindly given me my very first web award. I couldn't be more delighted, particularly as it comes all the way from New Zealand. I'll get to work on passing it on. Meanwhile, I'd like to thank the Academy...
A What? A Blog Book Tour?
HAPPY TO USE THAT UNDERUSED TAG I got a comment which was more of an invitation: would I like to take part in a blog book tour? I immediately did what came naturally: I followed as many links as I could find to find out exactly what that was. It's a good idea, possibly ingenious. …
It Had to Happen
I was so exhausted by my press trip to Valencia, I was tempted to grab the taximan I got at Dublin Airport and kiss him on the mouth. But once home, it was with a busy monkey mind that I unlocked my door and sat myself on my couch. I was meant to go to …
Saddle and the Back
BECAUSE I WAS BACK IN THE SADDLE? I didn't realise until I was getting off the last of today's buses that my back wasn't at me anymore. I woke a bit conscious of it, and I can't say when I totally forgot about it. Did it just stop twanging? Or was it because I wasn't …
Sitting on my Bum
PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT You'd think it would be unconscious. I've been sitting on my bum for years. Except, despite the evidence of the architecture, as it were, there are about ten million different ways to sit on one's bum. Right now I'm a little bit forward, as I tap away on the laptop, and I'm …
How Much Do I Love this?
A LOT Undertaking my twenty minute walk to the bus after my forty minute lesson, I looked around, at the blossoming trees, the burgeoning furze, and I was suddenly awash with how much I love doing this horseriding thing. Most Thursdays, my legs feel broken not so much from the lesson— although it's a contributory …
Anybody Know How…
... to get the stank out of a hat? Mine's getting rather aromatic; I love it, and don't want to replace yet... That is all.
Triggers
BUT NOT ROY ROGERS' HORSES It was a day. One of those days. Busy enough at work, managing demands, steadily producing. Underneath it though, was a feeling of being triggered the whole live long. In the main, it was an anniversary that is, let us say, without active currency, but one that exists nevertheless. Hopefully, …
It Is So Funny…
... when a horse farts. It just is. It is the funniest thing ever. There we all may be, trotting large, a horse lets one rip, and all of us grown-up women snort and giggle like eight-year-old boys. It's the insouciance of it, I think, the fact that they fart while moving, and care even …
MANY BRAVE FOOLS 