Auld Lang Syne: The Ghost Herd
I've mentioned it before; I still mourn Cochise, that black and white Pinto that Little Joe rode on Bonanza. It's...
How the Barn Became a Church
Were you born in a barn? Not me, but I wish. I lived in the tiny asphalt-shingle house just south...
On Women, Bravery, and Being Old Gray Mares
Do you have a mentor? Someone you respect who's just a few strides ahead of you, and when they go...
Health Insurance and Horse Dreams
Foot surgery this Friday--it's like preparing for a trip that I don't get to take. All the stress of canceling...
Your Horse is NOT Your Therapist.
There's a cartoon of a roadside stand with a horse inside. The sign says, "Therapy." We all smile because we're...
Weekly Photo Challenge: Connected.
Most of us see herd dominance as a line--alpha to the "bottom." It's a limited one-dimensional view. When was...
How to Love Horses Forever.
We were born this way. It should be part of the Apgar test. It would resolve so much if newborns...
It's About Greeks and Romans. Even Today.
Is there a natural way to ride a horse? Is it possible to ride in such a way that the...
Wake-up Call from Mother Nature. For the Millionth Time.
I haven't missed a blog posting in over five and a half years, and I won't now, but this one...
Weekly Photo Challenge: Muse
Sometimes I see a father playing with his child, tossing her in the air and catching her, holding her tight...
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