All We Really Own Is Our Time!

Time. It is the limiting factor, the scarce commodity. The most precious of any asset. Yet some people give it freely while others hoard it jealously. There is no known way to alter its path or slow its progression.
My Dragon thoughts on the matter are simple. Act wisely, allocate carefully and have the utmost fun in all things possible.

A Moment’s Intervention

Forgiveness — Something we believe that we are granted. Why then is it so difficult to do the same?

I often have the greatest trouble letting go of my own mistakes. It is hard to free oneself from the burdens of guilt. The things I have done that bring me shame huant my life awake and asleep. I think that the universe will not even remember my flaws, but they plauge my soul and make the simplest of things sometimes a chore.
I must learn–
Let go of the past. Love is also meant for you.If heaven forgives me, I need to forgive myself.

Read It or Eat It!

Having devoured several apple trees and a few pilfered delights from the farm, the Dragon would like dessert. There are always books he could devour.  Pie: An Old Brown Horse by Kandy Kay Scaramuzzo is positioned within reach. A loud noise  from the Dragon’s belly indicates his appetite. The Dragon considers his options. Should he read it or eat it?


Let’s consider the more savory aspects of the story. The book takes a horse-eye-view of humans and life. Pie is a skilled cattle horse who survives near death injuries while corralling a bull. He finds himself discarded by the cowboys that have been the corner stones of his world to be stabled and sold. However, this is by no means the end of his story but rather the beginning as he finds his human and continues to have adventures.

The book has many horses…and the Dragon thinks they might be tasty, but he knows there is a social stigma attached to eating horse meat…



Besides…they are very pretty.

Cooking Pros and Cons-


  1. There are many animals in the story.
  2. The horses point of view gives a unique perspective reminiscent of Black Beauty.
  3. The complexity of the story rests on small adjunct stories within the body of the big picture.
  4. The language is readable and appropriate to the horse point of view.


  1. There are no dragons in the story.
  2. Many parts of Pie’s life seem very real and very sad.

Animal and horse lovers will consider this tale a treasure. The Dragon says save this book for reading. Although a tasty treat, it will be much better consumed by the heart. Buy it! !!!!ROAR!!!!  It can be found at Amazon and where large animals books are sold.

You can locate Kandy at all the usual stables facebook and twitter and her blog. To copy a phrase she likes to use: Happy Trails!

What Have I Learned From You?

SAMSUNG DIGITAL CAMERASometimes I think my behavior teaches the wrong things to the people around me. I am in pain, so I become easily angered. I am tired, so I have no interest. I am trying to focus on my writing, so I ignore your needs. I am not always the person I want to be…

Maybe these are not the things I want to convey at all.

What do I learn from you?

Proud Child


This is a response to a Write Tribe cue – a short story under 700 words containing:
– postcard
◾ coin
◾ tidy
◾ wild
◾ help
◾ calendar
◾ responsibility

Just for fun, I thought I’d try it.

“Jose?” Maria poked her brother stiffly. “Don’t just stand there staring at the postcard! Let me see!” The small girl wriggled herself between her brother’s arms and placed her nose within inches of the suspect mail. “Turn it over,” she demanded, stomping one tiny foot.

The young man pulled the paper away and frowned. Maria needed no new, wild ideas. The girl was already in enough trouble. “It’s just a note from Dad…”

“Just? How can you say just? Where is he? Give it!” Maria smacked him in the shins and when he bent to protect himself, she snatched the card from his fingers. Drawn in a tidy hand on the reverse side was a calendar with a circle around the fifth and below that a single word—“Help!”

“Look Maria, I know you think it’s some sort of cry for a rescue…but you’re my responsibility now, not his. And you don’t need to be traipsing half way around the country because of a stupid message.” Jose squared his shoulders and held his ground. He had objected to becoming Maria’s guardian at first, being only nineteen himself, but life followed its destined course. In the last three years he had watched Maria blossom from a troubled little girl into a young woman, and he had worked harder than ever before in his life.

“Jose…don’t you see? I need to do this.” The plea in her eyes almost made his heart burst.

“What I see is a girl who needs to…”

“I know,” she interjected placing a hand on his lips to hush him. “A girl who must first find the coin to pay for the damage to Mr. Cecil’s car.” The air seemed to flood out of her all at once and Maria looked at the ground.

“Yes.” Jose had made a promise. No charges had been pressed against his sister and she would pay for the joy ride by working. He took a deep breath and studied her tear filled eyes. He put a hand on Maria’s shoulder. “And when it’s done, I’ll take you to the sanitarium to see our father myself.”

Maria met his gaze and tilted her head in a proud stance. “He might be in trouble. Can we go on the fifth?”

Do you think they go to see their father on the fifth?  Is he in trouble? Is he crazy?