The Wrong Goodbye
Excerpt from Each Wind That Blows I wake sometime in the night, haunted by the ghost of an old, torn up elephant, the ghost of my mother...
The Hearts of Horses
Excerpt from Each Wind That Blows by Susannah Cord Why is it, I wonder, as I let my hand run down Libra’s neck, not white but a rich...
Wanderlust
- An Excerpt from my memoir, Each Wind That Blows When I was but a wee little girl, a blue eyed towhead of some four or five years of...
Birds of a Feather
Excerpt from Each Wind That Blows We come out of the valley at a walk to find a horseman’s dream of a plain stretch out before us. Flat,...