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: Haunted by a Black Cat in a Pink Dress.
I was taking the trash out to the dumpster in the alley. As I reached the back gate, I saw...
Problem Solving and Hay In Our Bras.
It blurted out the end of my fingers before I knew it. "Eventually I learned how to keep hay out...
Halloween: Twenty-Five Years on This Farm
It's a special day here on Infinity Farm. I signed loan papers on this property on the last day of...
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...
Grumbling and Stumbling Toward Change
I'm coming up on the anniversary of moving to my farm twenty-five years ago. It coincides with my dysfunctional affair...
Wild or Tame: Trust Actions Above Words
This is my neighborhood. That's Pikes Peak peering over the horizon, exactly where it was when I bought the farm....
Nube: The Final Chapter
Over the next thirteen years of retirement, Nube napped with friends, ate well, and stood quietly for the farrier. I...
Deconstructing Horse Aggression
When I got home after school, I walked in the front door, dropped my books, and walked out the back...
Recording the Arc of Your Horse’s Life
The foal's name was Sunny, his registered name Sunbrite Sunset. This photo was taken just before we met. The rest...
A Clinic in Wyoming With Mister
I'm giving a clinic in Wyoming while Mister is hunting varmints in the pasture. He's relieved to say the varmints...
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