Photo & Poem: Hunger Moon
Fresh snow fell yesterday and more will come tomorrow, but in the still between-time, a full moon sits high in...
Photo & Poem: Hand-Me-Downs
Leota would send a note warning that she’d put something in the mail and we waited. She was a...
Photo & Poem: Secrets
She attended church with joyless obligation, lip-syncing hymns that praised suffering, with dentures that never quite fit, never a genuine...
Cantankary: If Not Now, When?
Expecting New Year's resolutions from me? Nope, I'm not the type. I am so thrilled to have survived another year...
Photo & Poem: Horse. Woman.
There were always horses, some light and some dark. The woman met them in passing or they stayed forever; some...
The Future for Horse-Keepers: Isolation or World Change?
It's what we do: We keep horses. Sometimes a foal too young to be ridden, so we show patience and...
Photo & Poem: Rich
Our family farm was leased from the man who owned the car dealership in town. Once or twice a...
Calming Signals: How to Show Love
"How do you show your love for horses, then?" A clinic participant asked me at the end of a long...
Photo & Poem: Girl-Cousin
Seems every farm family had one in a generation; a distant misfit girl-cousin who read too much or wore men’s...
In Training to Be a Late Bloomer
He was a bona fide dressage master. We were lucky to have him come for a clinic. It was the...
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