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Beautiful, Beautiful Dopey
When I was a sophomore in college, my roommate, Linda, owned two horses. One was a spectacular stallion whose name I can’t recall and the other was a smaller buckskin gelding named Dopey. Linda was a very tough blond from a tiny town in… Continue Reading “Beautiful, Beautiful Dopey”
A Day at the Horse Rescue Farm
Yesterday, I cleaned a horse’s hoof. I bent over, cupped my hand around his foot and scraped out mud and gunk using a hoof pick. I did it because I was handed the pick and the horse’s foot and expected to do the job.… Continue Reading “A Day at the Horse Rescue Farm”
Beautiful, Beautiful Dopey
When I was a sophomore in college in 1967, my roommate, Linda, owned two horses. One was a spectacular stallion whose name I can’t recall and the other was a smaller buckskin gelding named Dopey. Linda was a very tough blond from a tiny… Continue Reading “Beautiful, Beautiful Dopey”
It Starts with a Horse
A girl who can handle a horse strikes me as fearless. If she also knows how to lead a horse, brush a horse, read a horse’s moves, she knows a lot of things her friends don’t know. Those friends who are taking care of… Continue Reading “It Starts with a Horse”
Snow Door | wisconsinacademy.org
Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “The Parish Hall,” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
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