All Things EPIC

Let it be  this . Write it on a piece of paper, put it in your backpack and read it again and again in places like this: "Life is...

I once was asked to draw a picture of how I saw the essence of femininity. It was shortly after my divorce, a painful time to which I respon...

My second full week at the polo farm was filled with long hours and a lot of learning. It consisted of figuring out the game of polo and the...

The low-pitched nicker of horses in the early morning can be equated with the sound of snow crunching beneath fat tires or the indescribable...

About two months ago, I looked in the mirror and did not recognize the eyes that looked back at me. They lacked the reflection of the fire t...

I miss this place. Well, more accurately, the noble kings that rise to the sky around it. Hang on, Jill. You won't always ...

Today's April blizzard shut the big D down. Looking outside, I see barely three inches of snow, but the rush-hour timing of the storm cl...