RELAXED AND FORWARD: Since 2010, an archive of weekly horse training essays. My dogs say it's their turn now. Happy to oblige, it's all affirmative. Including words from a gray mare on the fine art of aging cantankerously.
Travelblog: Late for the Funeral. By Three Years.
Words about friendship and death ahead. There, you're warned. I'm still on vacation, but I'm going to talk about grieving...
Travelblog: Thinking About Aging in Ancient Surroundings
I was in Newcastle Upon Tyne. I had finished ripping around Scotland and arrived at my hotel, where a group...
Growing Up: Self-Consciousness vs Self-Awareness
My teen years were pretty normal, meaning total angst and torture. There was that summer that I used my babysitting...
Nube: Undiagnosable
I hope I'm not going to end up writing some kind of justification for harsh training. Usually, it's easier than...
Allowing Horses the Time to be Curious
I saw a video this week that I can't get out of my head. It lacked the drama of the...
Nube: What If This Isn’t Wrong?
My first ex-husband used to tease me about my frantic love of shortcuts. I was always up early, on the...
The Joy of Imperfection
We are sick to death of the violence against horses. It isn't just the damage caused by rollkur in reining...
The Gap Between Wanting a Horse and Having the Horse You Want
Sometimes it happens behind a trailer. The horse needs a moment, but the human is in a hurry. Horses and...
How To Buy a Horse
He was a bay gelding in his teens when we met. A Quarter Horse with a bit of a downhill...
Horses and Chimpanzees, Or Why Horses Aren’t Cuddlers
When I first moved to my farm, I pretended to be Jane Goodall. My land was a high desert...
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