Imagine the lecture I heard on the way home.

Yesterday the Minnesota Monsoon stopped long enough for us to take little spin in Wolsfeld Woods. A spring foray into nature’s beauty promised a relaxing hike through the trilliums. At least that’s what Madam intended, until we met with the first surprise. It was then I remembered that spring trail riding was a bit like a good poker game, dandy…

Madam might be taking this writing partnership of ours a tad far. First she assigned me the job of publicist. That was fine until she informed Gabe and me that a Horse Opoly tournament with the local Belgian pulling horses did not comprise a proper book promotion. That’s when I suggested she might like to tackle this publicist task on her own since I was running low on tasteful ideas.

“Why, yes,” she agreed. “I’ll be happy to cook up a few events.”

Since then,…