Another Fuckin’ Wives’ Tale

The last two weekends at the barn have been blissfully quiet. (See previous blog post, An Old’ Fuckin’ Wives’ Tale) When I’ve arrived, Norah and her sister Madge have remained in the tack room, their sanctum sanctorum. The tack room has a fridge, a dusty old sofa, and a TV with cable. As I’ve tacked […]