Photo & Poem: Ice
Clouds fell to the ground in a fog, the air dense as mud forcing the sun dark early, resting so...
Calming Signals and Equine Stress
From a reader: What I am learning from you, Anna, is helpful as I work to understand the horse. What...
Photo & Poem: Stetson
Sweat-stained pinch front Stetson, the flat color of sand, perched over straight eyebrows. I asked after the swayback sorrel grazing...
Calming Signals and "Happy" Horses
Blog I'm now officially calling this my Loudmouth Party-Pooper Series. Today I'm writing about love and happiness, for horses, not...
Photo & Poem: Thanksgiving
We’d be grateful for a kind winter. If that works out, maybe a sweet season of green grass, probably not...
Horse Prayers. Available. No, Really.
Horse Prayers, Poems from the Prairie. First there were hold-ups in the printing. Then distribution went sideways. There were lost...
Calming Signals and Sensitive Noses.
"But My Horse Asks Me to Maul His Nose." I had questions about my loudmouth party-pooper post last week where I...
No, Really. I Mean It. Horse Prayers is Available!
I used to be a real black and white thinker. Right or wrong.
Photo & Poem: Old Bones
A night so frigid the snowstopped at midnight, the farmdark under thick clouds. Hetakes a shallow breath, hopingto warm...
Calming Signals and Loving Your Horse
On any ordinary day of any year, we get so filled with emotion talking about a ghost horse that our...
Photo & Poem: Moonlit
The path north to the barn, icy mud slick with decomposing leaves, as a spent season slips away under the...
Calming Signals and Pressure.
Pressure. Even the Word Makes My Head Explode. Remember that circus old-time act with lions and tigers? We were supposed...
Travelblog: Introverts Everywhere
Humans spend so much time trying to "make" horses do things. I'm a little more fascinated these days with what...
Travelblog NZ: The View From the Arena Middle
Let me see. Where was I? Yes, having the time of my life at Equidays in New Zealand. On...
Photo & Poem: Soft
Hands go soft, give him his head. The red gelding wants to be braver than he is, shaking his neck...
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...
How to be Interesting and Mysterious
Humans can be such dullish boors to horses. Not that we would ever actually admit that. Some of us...
Travelblog: Business Pajamas to New Zealand
To get to New Zealand from Colorado, it's usually a twenty-five or thirty-hour trip. The big hop in this flight,...
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