Going North – A Creative Memory Because October Seems to Do That

My family sometimes calls him The Colonel, partly because of the Army, and partly because, back then, men were harder on their boys. With five to raise, I imagine orderliness was paramount. But he isn’t hard on me — the first granddaughter. more

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Just Keep Swinging

Life — like baseball and calving season — takes time, and there is something to be said about waiting and working and giving. more

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The Summer Smell

Tomato is the smell of my red (and my hands). From the vine on the breath of the coon who stole them from my patch of ground. more

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Mountains and Molehills—Shovel, Please

One Tuesday last year, between Christmas and Jan. 1, I called my health insurance company to check on a claim status. Wendy took my call, answered my questions and suggested a solution. more

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Bullfrog, Speak!

Right along dusk not too long ago, we walked to the pond on the farm where I grew up. Sadie, at 4 years old, wore her galoshes and galloped ahead of us down the gravel drive... more

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About this Blog

Writer, teacher, poet, artist, mother & wife Kristy Robinson Horine shares her oftentimes humorous musings on what it means to be a Kentuckian. Kristy believes words have power, and that there is enough light to bring those words to life. Sometimes, she just has to look for it …



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