Conversations rising from a lifetime trekking the ever-changing world of veterinary medicine
In those days we were a bit asymmetrical. And, we wore our no commitment, free love on the outside. A messy eclectic sense of identity, I loved to shop the thrift stores for lovely old rayon dresses, the kind that old ladies wore. But sometimes I couldn’t remember not to throw them in the washer …
I’ve done this once before…written a tribute for a horse I loved. This one is for Bernie—Bernie Mac to be exact. And, interestingly enough, the other tribute was for a mare we called Bernie’s “mommy horse.” Silly nicknames we give them. The mommy horse was June, or Junebug as we often called her. The third …