‘If you don’t like it, then go back to the city.’ — I bought a farm to enjoy my retirement. But my son wanted to bring a whole crowd. My son called: ‘Mom, get the guest room ready. I’m coming with my wife and eleven of her relatives.’ I didn’t say anything. But when they arrived, they found the surprise I had prepared for them.
The horse was defecating in my living room when my son called for the third time that morning. I watched through my phone screen from my suite at the Four Seasons in Denver, sipping champagne while Scout, my most temperamental stallion, knocked over Sabrina’s Louis Vuitton luggage with his tail. The timing was perfect—really divine, … Read more