- 2:53 pm Thursday, December 28th, 2017 by Staff Writer
Santa Paw’s paid our household a visit on Christmas morn, and left behind a furry new friend (seems to be an animal theme this year!)
Peek-A-Boo – or “Boo” as we call her, is a 10 week old Aussie, with the sweetest temperament, fur soft as silk, and eyes you can lose yourself in!
I just may have helped Santa facilitate this delivery, as I’ve been wanting a riding companion and my research told me this was the breed I was after.
I’ve always loved to ride, but it has become my number one therapy after losing Zack. I ride alone, however, and [More]
- 5:36 pm Wednesday, December 20th, 2017 by Staff Writer
Blessings come in the strangest of forms…
This Christmastime, I’ve clung to the miracle of a babe in the manger, allowing it to sustain me, while my nerves jingle and jangle with every Ho Ho Ho and the crinkle and crackle of gift wrap.
My thoughts are constantly with my son, and the hollow ache so acute.
Speaking of my son, which I always am, Zack LOVED the fact that we had a zebra.
Zena joined our family several years ago now, she was born in captivity and her mother died shortly after. We “rescued” her and have given her a good home with [More]
- 1:36 pm Friday, December 15th, 2017 by Staff Writer
New York City is a magical place any time of year, but especially so in the winter.
I’ve just returned from my annual trip, hosting Skating in the Park last Saturday. What a gift it was when the snow started falling that morning! I’d taken some family and friends with me, three ladies who had never visited the city before. We shrieked and laughed and donned our hats, scarves and mittens. We.Were.Mesmerized.
The scene before us in Central Park was like something out of Currier and Ives. Snow covered trees, shrubs, lawns, bridges, and old-fashioned lamp lights glowing… The birds were active [More]
- 1:40 pm Thursday, December 7th, 2017 by Staff Writer
As I’ve said before, Christmas will be different for me this year.
From my perspective, Christmas will be different for the entire world this year, because my Zacky isn’t here… But tradition does bring some form of comfort to my family and so this past weekend, off we went on our annual Christmas Tree Hunt.
We went to a new tree farm this time, and the folks were amazing! The woman who was directing customers into the parking lot recognized my voice as I was driving in, and she was so gracious! She mentioned Zack’s passing to me and said she wanted [More]
- 1:44 pm Friday, December 1st, 2017 by Staff Writer
The days pass us by. Several of us, I know, for so many different reasons are wondering how November has already come to an end.
But come to an end it has and December, with it’s seductive promises, sales, glittery lights, and enticements beckon.
Rejoice, restore, revive your spirit, and remember self-care. Don’t take a single second for granted, and never, never take yourself for granted.
Each year I try to practice restraint and a return to the basics. It’s a work in progress, but this year I feel I’ll be more successful for the simple reason that I don’t have the emotional [More]
- 3:57 pm Tuesday, November 28th, 2017 by Staff Writer
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I, of course, am having a very difficult time.
It’s not been two months since I lost my precious son; I grieve, deeply, and the fact that the holidays are upon us seem quite surreal to me.
“How?” is what I ask myself daily, before taking several deep breaths, squaring my shoulders, and leaning forward into the present. Sometimes I don’t quite make it there, but still I try.
In the present, the kids are out of school and excited, I ride my horse for exercise and lungs full of fresh fall air, the dogs prance and bark and beg [More]
- 4:31 pm Wednesday, November 15th, 2017 by Staff Writer
I don’t get out much these days. I find being on the farm a solid foundation to my tumultuous emotions and fragile heart, but last week was an exception.
I had committed, months back, to going to NYC in order to meet a man I had something in common with, and to do a podcast interview with him.
The man was Steven Twining, the tenth generation leader of a favorite sponsor, Twining’s Tea. I found him to be the exact opposite of what you might think a jacket wearing, tea sipping, Britt would be (whatever that is)… He was kind and charming [More]
- 11:22 am Friday, November 10th, 2017 by Staff Writer
This note was sent to me by the choir teacher at our local high school, Mr Allen. He was so influential in my daughter Shay’s life and obviously had a huge impact on Zachariah as well. I asked if I could share this as I celebrate all the things I’m thankful for:
“I’ve struggled to put my thoughts into words. Zach was one of the most unique kids I’ve ever known. He was strangely confident yet needing assurance all the time. He came to me as a creative and excited kid with some limited skills but a ton of energy and [More]
- 1:29 pm Friday, November 3rd, 2017 by Staff Writer
Can it be November already? I’ve been in such a fog, it does not seem possible that so much time has passed me by.
Never have I seen the farm so vivid with color. Every tree, bush, and blade of grass seem to be in some sort of autumnal beauty contest, all vying for my attention. “Look at ME!” “Notice Me” they scream, pulling me begrudgingly from my sober thoughts.
In truth, I’ve resented it. How can the sun shine, the ducks quack, and world be so beautiful when my son is no longer in it? Does it not feel my pain? [More]
- 12:54 pm Friday, November 3rd, 2017 by Staff Writer
Your continued prayers, and warm, caring messages sustain me. I am taking life breath by breath, moment by moment, and day by day. I know that Zack is in the arms of Our Saviour, but my arms ache to hold him.
A friend shared this with me; I don’t know the author but it has circulated on many social media platforms. I suspect it to be true, though I’m still floating amidst the wreckage.
“I’ve lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can’t imagine [More]