Pearls and Priests (and a Hoof Trimmer)

I’m not proud of myself for this, but several weeks ago, if you had visited, you would have found me curled up on the sofa, throwing an impressive pity party for myself. I was afraid I had irritated a friend, exactly the type of thing that can color my entire world gloomy. Black confetti was raining down, and mentally I was poking pins into any upward-bound thought bubbles. This drama was interrupted by a knock at the door — a hoof trimmer,... Read More