Reviewing talking points, morning
coffee cooling in a contemporary
hotel room eight thousand miles
from my prairie farm. Dressing for
a teaching day, I unpack the red
vest to find a few stray white hairs,
thinner than my own, reminding
me of the one at home who doesn’t
know I have a job, the one who misses
me too much. Home-sweetness seeps
into the air, “Good dog,” recalibrating
my posture, not brushing them away.
…
Anna Blake, Author 
You must remember that I have a special dog, my fifth child who this fits so perfectly for. Hope all is good for you, I hope to try and go to your Horse Prayers book review at the Saddle place not far from me and will bring my horse friend along – she loved the book. Dixie Ann Gordon
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I do, Dixie. Thanks, and I do hope to see you friday!
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Bitter sweet….. but then, doesn’t it feel right when the heart expands from all that love, from no
matter where.
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Yup, I like having them along. Thanks, Linda.
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