Eleventh heaven

  MAYBE I WAS LOOKING FOR stability. Dad used to manage Target distribution centers – he’d get them up and running for 18 months, and then our family was off to the next site/state. At some point in eighth grade, deep into a diary one weekend, I decided I needed something that would ground me,… Continue reading Eleventh heaven

Hippotherapy for My Hip (and My Soul)

By Angela N. I WAS BORN with a deformed left hip joint. My parents, ranchers in North Central Texas, discovered the problem when I failed to walk around age one in the mid-1950s. My life journey since then has included a number of challenges. Starting at age one, I spent six months in a “frog… Continue reading Hippotherapy for My Hip (and My Soul)