Somewhere… somewhere in time’s own space, there must be some sweet, pastured space where creeks sing on, and tall trees grow, some paradise where horses go. For by the love that guides my pen, I know great horses live again.

Just a gal who enjoys this game. 

Don't forget to find a lil' something to smile about each and every day. It's good for the soul. 

The bio is old. Don't mind it. It's in the process of being rewritten. <3