Cowboy Memory

There is something about my cowboy that I will never understand. The way our minds are hard-wired so differently truly amazes me.

We have lived in the same house for over eleven years and very few things have moved locations since we first put them in their place. The special whisk goes in a particular drawer, and the green platter has a spot in a specific cupboard, and the griddle stands on end to the right of the stove.

Despite these kitchen items remaining in the same place for over a decade, my cowboy may still ask me where things go. My cowboy was thumbing through a horse catalog with ove...