Getting Lost: An Art Form

I’m mainly speaking in the geographical sense…

It happens to the best of us. No, really! I’m blessed with an uncanny sense of direction; I have a 6th sense when it comes to figuring out my way and I’m rarely ever wrong. It helps to know that moss grows on the north side of whatever moss grows on (not that that tidbit of info helps in all situations)… Even when Fella and I traveled to England, I was still able to get us around without using our perpetually uncharged GPS. It’s a gift really.

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Horsin’ Around in Tennessee

I’ve been a horse enthusiast since I can remember. Growing up I begged my parents to let me have one of my very own. We had more than enough yard space to keep one and I even volunteered to put up the fence myself- quite an unreasonable feat for a young’un, but my desire and determination lit quite the fire within me.

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