The Gnawing Bite of Anticipation
It felt like a militant act of self care. Like cutting your hair really short or tossing out jeans for...
A Radical Act In The Midst of Uncertainty
I’m not the sort who wakes up in a cheesy rom-com. Even when I was young and my body parts...
Nipping at the Heels of Despair
My horse sister called to ask how I was. It wasn't small talk. We tell each other the truth and...
Count to Three and Jump… It’s a New Year
It's the week between Christmas and New Years. And call it a holiday tradition, but I have no idea what...
A Problem with the Word “Connection”
I feel it in my bones like a rusty joint before a rainstorm. An itch that flopping around in a...
Calming Signals: Another Word for Dominant
There is a wild stallion on the ridge fighting all comers for his harem of mares. We think aggression and...
Travelblog: How I Stole Paris
I woke up introspective on my last full day in Paris. It's the same way I wake up at home....
The Joy of Imperfection
We are sick to death of the violence against horses. It isn't just the damage caused by rollkur in reining...
Are We Over-training Our Horses?
My Grandfather Horse was so good with latches he could have broken out of Alcatraz and made it back to...
Horse Training Means Affirmative Waiting
Humans, aren't we swell? Compared to horses, we have dim, frail senses, we're seven times slower in our response time,...
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