Writer, Reader, Photographer, Herder of Cats, Collector of Dusty/Old Things.
I read this quote earlier in the week and wanted to share: I have a very simple rule that serves me well: Don’t think too much about your life after dinnertime. Thinking too much at the end of the day is a recipe for despair. Everything looks better in the light of the morning. Cliché, maybe, but… Continue reading Don’t Think About Your Life After Dinnertime.
I took two-seconds out of my busy day and guess what I saw? There were at LEAST half a dozen Monarch Caterpillars nibbling away on milkweed. And... A mother deer and her two babies! Glad I spent a few moments outdoors or I would have missed this. xo Juli
This looks like such a blast! I’ve got the dates written in my calendar.
Looking forward to writing some flash fiction. 😀xo Juli
To a buckaroo community, the annual rodeo was a chance to show off skills of the trade: reining a cow-horse, throwing a loop and dallying a rope, wrestling a steer to the ground, and tying a goat. Yours truly was the Goat Tying Champion of a long-forgotten rodeo.
I still remember the smell of horse apples condensed in the stalls where all the ranchers and buckaroos boarded their horses during the three-day event. My red hair sported gold yarn bows at the end of each braid, and I had a brand-new felt hat the color of a chocolate lab.
I’d been practicing with the migrant children down at the barn. We could all toss a goat with the same ease our fathers and uncles could take a steer to the ground — it was all about mastering leverage. After practice, we’d eat pinto beans and tortillas. Someone would pass around…
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JULI HOFFMAN 