The Pendulum of Change Doth Swing. I’ll Be In the Barn.
It started snowing the night before last and snowed all yesterday. The wind speed was higher than the temperature. That...
The Art of Un-Training a Horse
The first video is of a Mustang, proud and breathtakingly beautiful. He's a burnished smoky buckskin, with a...
How Affirmative Training Was Born.
I am not a bliss-ninny. Loitering in denial doesn't work for me. I'm a blunt truth-teller who doesn't enjoy being...
Travelblog: Paris is Like Visiting an Old Lover
Paris is a city full of statues of horses. They're everywhere, I noticed on my first visit. The statues are...
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...
Nube: Dark Clouds and Questions With No Answers
Nube (Nu-bay) was particular. He required my undivided attention in the saddle and on the ground. My focus had to...
Edgar Rice Burro. All He is Saying is Give Peace A Chance.
Yet another horse trainer got tarred and feathered on social media this week. It happens all the time. People jumped...
Horses Measuring Intelligence in Humans
It's my fault for asking for blog topics. She writes, "Can you possibly do a blog post on why your...
Undomesticated Women. Anecdotal Evidence from the Road
30 states, 2 oceans, 14,000 miles, 8 months Welcome to our year of living compactly. My dog, Mister, and I...
Calming Signals: What If Horses Are Meant to be a Mystery?
I'm not sure when I started sitting on horses, but I hadn't started school. You couldn't really call it riding....
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