The Horse Trainer and the Dermatologist.
My gray mare calming signals included squinty eyes, a dry mouth, and a weird chicken-like movement with my neck and...
Photo & Poem: Not Allowed
Animals were not allowed in our farm house, three rooms and an attic. Dark mornings with frost on the inside...
Always Begging for Hay
Horses eat like a horse. They're designed to graze most of the day. I think horses worry about their next...
Battlecry of the Gray Mare
Sun's up, I've thrown hay, and now I'm in the shower. My second-best thinking happens here because there's a window...
Photo & Poem: Dignity
If only she was more demure, that her words had come with a coy smile, eyes dropped to her sunken...
The Big Picture, Thank You.
Horse people can be a little intense. Come to think of it, I can't say I've ever met anyone who...
Travel Blog: Shall I Be Mother?
Say hello to Bruce. He is the spokesmodel for The 2018 Long Ears Tour, an unexpected title bestowed on my...
Heart Horses
"He's my Heart Horse," she says by way of introduction. A hush falls over the room. Or maybe that's just...
The Art of De-Escalating
It's an ordinary day. Quiet, no wind. You could be on the trail or in the arena. You might be...
Reframing Competition as Relationship
We were playing around after a lesson, laughing about the curse of being spokesmodels for my blog photos. She leans forward...
What Trainers Do You Like?
I often get asked what I think of other trainers. Sometimes I have no idea who the trainer is, any...
Travel Blog: A Leap of Faith
I get in cars with strangers. That's me by the airport curb with a suitcase. If things are going well,...
Travelblog: Being Here Now
This is the view out the front of my deck: pastures to the ocean. I'm having a rest day, staying...
Travel Blog: Being Here Now
This is the view out the front of my deck: pastures to the ocean. I'm having a rest day, staying...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Beloved
Eyes averted, shuffling an invisible walk. A predator who feels like sad prey, trying to pass for normal, trying...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Variations
“Isn't it dysfunctional?” he asked, his head cocked. His confidence steeped in every privilege due to a certain sort of...
EOY P&L: Life, Death, and Tears
EOY P&L... my last post of the year always has some math involved. I don't have the math skills to quantify the number...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Serene
The cowboys I knew didn't dress like the movies. No neckerchiefs or fancy Mexican spurs. They wore easy smiles under...
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