#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
20 Things I Love About My Mother

1. Her quick wit and sense of humor
2. When I was little, and scared or sick at night, she always knew somehow, and came to help me.
3. She taught me to love books.
4. She makes the best date bars and chocolate chip cookies in the world–hands down.
5. She made me go to Sunday school.
6. She sewed Halloween costumes
7. She made Christmas magical
8. I can giggle with her.
9. She’s game to try new things
10. She thinks I’m brilliant.
11. Her dazzling smile.
12. The sound of her voice
13. The way she looks so good in red
14. She steered me through hard times, listening patiently to my tales of woe.
15. She encouraged me to daydream
16. She covered for me when I was a teenager and stayed out too late.
17. She taught me so much about kindness to animals and to people
18. She reads all my books. (Skipping the sexy parts.)
19. She calls me Lindy.
20. At 77, she still loves paper dolls.

Thanks, Mom.
I love you!

This Morning’s Walk

Sadie and Bernice and I are starting to love this walking thing. (Well, the girls always loved it. It was Mom who had some issues.)

Today we had a little test from the Universe, and we passed with flying colors. Some runners were out, with several large dogs, one of which was not on a leash. I drew Sadie and Bernice in and crouched down beside them, to let them know I’d keep them safe. Some sniffing was done, and then the runners and their dogs went on, and Sadie and I finished our walk. (For those of you who don’t know, I’m paranoid about dog attacks. I’m not afraid of dogs myself, but a good friend had a tragic experience.)

This morning, I set an intention. I decided I would not be afraid; the price of fear is much too high. (I learned this trick with my colt, Banjo. I knew I couldn’t let him sense that I was afraid, or he’d have the upper hand. So I simply switched it off.) Who knew?

Fear is a choice.

And so is courage.

I’m choosing courage.

Around 1541, the present state of Texas was called Tejas, a Spanish version of the Caddo word meaning “allies.”