Once upon a time, in the richest kingdom on earth there was born, a girl child. Even though she was given everything an earthly child could want, good food in abundance, whatever clothing, shoes or boots she desired, an education and a nice home , she was still unhappy. She believed her life to be […]
Although I am over a half a century old, my life with horses started only seven years ago. I was born in Montana. My family is the normal Montana mix
Break the cycle—Does anyone wonder how I became some sort of authority on the behavior patterns of the gutless wonders to smack women around when they get a tank on? What if I were a little rotund bespectacled professor of behavioral sciences at UC Berkeley and I had recently published an academically acclaimed study on […]
On August 9, 1994, Patricia Ruth Bernard Grim jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge. Doesn’t that bother you? What a strange word that is… bother. But still I can’t think of another word to describe the feeling. It doesn’t annoy me. It doesn’t freak me out. It disturbs me slightly. It kind of comes and […]
Sulphur Springs lies along the old Spanish Trail. In 1840 a Ute Indian Chief and a one legged cowboy stole 3,000 head of Spain’s finest horses from the missions in Los Angeles. They drove this herd back to Utah losing a third of them along the trail in the rugged mountains called the Home Range […]
1963. August 1st, San Francisco North Beach. I met up with a guy named Sky King. He wore all black and a long cape with a stiff Victorian collar. His hair was black, curling down and resting on his collar. His face was coffeehouse pale. He had a girlfriend, a chubby girl, flat faced and […]
I was once married to a man named Oscar Johnson. Sometime in the early 60s we took a bus to Reno carrying a packed lunch including ten bags of Mexican yellow heroin and a bottle of black draught laxative. That trip to Reno would have happened in the month of May. I know that because […]
We lived in a building called the Delmar Club. The Delmar Club sits at the base of Santa Monica Boulevard. It was once a private beach club boasting an all white clientele including Ronald Reagan. No Jews at the Delmar Club.
This story is about race horses. That means each horse has two names. I tried to use just one name per horse to keep it simple. I figured the registered name would be best but it won’t work because the registered racing name is invariably long and cumbersome. No one can or does call horses […]
1968 Zen was in. I tried without success to master ‘living in the now.’ 1998 Now, of course, it is simple. Living in the now obviously was a concept conceived by old men. I am 56. I live in the now… in the dark shadow of the immense labyrinth of the past… crammed up tight […]
Once I thought that the Colorado River was vested with an intense self absorbing energy — not violent by intent but destructive to whatever it encountered along the way to the sea. But that has changed… since it has been locked, blocked and regulated into a degree of submission.