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HELP US PROTECT THE PINE NUT WILD HORSES
Read more →“…and in that moment I saw that nothing in the universe could be so wrong as the absence of freedom for our wild horses.” JoAnn Foxx The wild horse is the archetypal image of the West. It is our link to an earlier, simpler time…but the reality today is very different. Competing with ranchers for range land, and with shrinking Horse Management Areas, the wild horses are often rounded up in government sponsored programs killing many in the process and then kept in holding pens for the rest of their lives. Very few are adopted out. There are a lot...
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THE FOXXY LADY HANDBOOK
Read more →This is the introduction to the book JoAnn and I have written about our experiences over last 14 years. Let me know what you think... When Jimi Hendrix wrapped our collective souls around FOXY LADY back in the 60’s we didn’t need to dust off Webster’s, we knew exactly who she was, what she was all about, and what made him feel like growlin’ “Foxy Lady”. So did every woman. And every man. Foxy Lady had the indescribable something that didn’t come in a bottle from Chanel or off a rack in Paris, she didn’t have to be draped in ermine...
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THE FOXXY MAKEOVER
Read more →Some years ago a patient called to schedule a consultation and in a few sentences she summed up what we all see at one time or another. “I went to bed thinking I looked pretty good, but when I got up this morning and looked in the mirror I said what the heck happened!? My face fell! Overnight.” Well here’s what happened: As we age, the lower jaw loses bone and the collagen in the skin becomes less effective. This results in saggy skin, nasolabial fold, marionette lines and undereye troughing. The combines to make us look drawn and...
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ETERNAL VIGILANCE
Read more →I was somewhere in my mid-30’s when I realized that I was on the wrong side of the slope. You know the slope, the one that finds you getting weaker every day. It happened while I was hefting a sail out of the forward hatch on LUCKY PUFF, my racing sailboat, and found myself huffing and puffing like an overworked fireplace bellows. “That’s it,” I thought, “I’m going to join a health club.” This was back in the day when gyms were called ‘health clubs’ and were few and far between. The only one in the Newport area was an...
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CHRISTMASTIME IN NEW COUNTRY
Moving out of your comfort zone is never easy...if you are lucky, it's worth it. Read on to find out what happened when we left our comfort zone.Read more → -
WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR - INTRODUCTION
Read more →I promised I would post my book as it comes together. Here's the introduction. Hope you find it intriguing... INTRODUCTION When you’re about eight years old and it’s dark and you’re supposed to be asleep and some adults are whispering not very softly and not very far from your bedroom door which is closed when it never is closed there’s no way in the world that you can sleep. I did what any red-blooded American kid would do. I got out of bed using my best commando tactics and cracked the bedroom door hoping no one would notice. ...