Photo & Poem: Say Her Name
As you say her name, your voice drops deep, a tight raspy croak. Not haunted with loss, but shaken...
Meeting the Przewalski's Horse in Scotland
Val and her son, Hulagu They're wild horses discovered by Nikolai Przewalski, a Polish-born colonel in the...
Riders Against Bullies
Railbirds. Everyone's a critic. I'm no fun anymore. I can't go to rodeos, a tradition I...
Travel Blog: Where the Trail Leads…
I know people who read cookbooks like they're high-drama best sellers. I know people who fantasize wild lives of...
The Middle Path: Discipline
"I've noticed that you sometimes seem to take reader requests for your blog, and I was wondering if you might...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Transformation
The old gelding's eye sockets are hollow or maybe he's pulled his gaze inward. Once a trumpet blast of...
Thanksgiving from a Cowboy Girl
You could tell it was the 1980's because I'd done something with my hair that made me look like a...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Scale
The one you call cute, in a high-pitched squeal, hears no compliment. Is it your goal to demean me? Because...
Too Much Love: Is it Partnership?
Last week I answered a reader question about Making War on Horses and it got a predictably positive reception. It's...
Photo Challenge: Structure
This horse covers the ground more quietly on four hooves than my old feet can manage, dynamic strides so...
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