Whitney Widick

Does anybody else own actual drinking glasses but somehow drink almost exclusively out of mason jars? I was unloading the dishwasher today and realized the majority of what I was putting away was coffee mugs and mason jars, which probably says more about me than I care to unpack. Coffee mugs, because apparently coffee is a food group in this house. Mason jars, because somewhere along the way we collectively decided perfectly good drinking glasses were unnecessary when Ball already gave us...

This morning I walked outside to do chores in shorts and a long-sleeve T-shirt and immediately questioned every decision that led me to not putting on my wash pants. It was chilly. Not cold cold. Not frozen-water-bucket, why-do-I-own-horses cold. Just enough of a chill to make you suck your shoulders up toward your ears and think, Ope. Fall is coming. And listen, I am 100% ready. Less sweating. LESS MOSQUITOES. Hoodies. Vests. Blankets. Crisp mornings. Windows cracked open. Horses feeling a...

Everybody loves a beginning. New job. New horse. New relationship. New goal. New year. New planner with all those pretty little boxes you swear to God you're actually going to use this time. Beginnings are exciting. And everybody loves a finish line. The buckle. The diploma. The promotion. The before-and-after picture. The keys to the new place. The screenshot that says you finally did the damn thing. Those are easy to post. But nobody really claps for the middle. And unfortunately, most of...