Photo & Poem: Roots
There was a single elm on the short path from the house to barn, its trunk no larger than...
Riding: Feeling Every Stride, From Our Inside
This is the recurring nightmare. You're on a twisted version of Dancing with the Stars. There are glaring lights and...
Travel Blog: Shall I Be Mother?
Say hello to Bruce. He is the spokesmodel for The 2018 Long Ears Tour, an unexpected title bestowed on my...
Photo & Poem: At a Writing Workshop
At a Writing Workshop A dog stalks the sofa, gazing with one eye and then crossing his nose to...
The Middle Path: Negotiating Care With Busy Professionals
My advice: Find someone who gets along with donkeys. A question from two readers: "We...
Horse Prayers Book Release July 5, 2018 (Yay!)
Horse Prayers, Poems from the Prairie is available July 5th! The release of Horse Prayers, Poems from the Prairie,...
Photo & Poem: Surviving Vulnerability
Dark eyes, older than her years, the horse’s shoulder shows damage, thick scars and a stilted gait, the opposite...
Self-Awareness Without Apology
We aren't kids anymore. That's the complaint. Riding seems easier in memory. When we were younger, riding was rose-colored and...
Light Leading: The Invisible Rope
She was born on a full moon so I named my Iberian filly Claro De Luna. She was so...
Travel Blog: Addressing the Vegetarian Haggis
Distant Balmoral Edinburgh, Scotland. The first moments in a new country are never the best....
Photo & Poem: Say Her Name
As you say her name, your voice drops deep, a tight raspy croak. Not haunted with loss, but shaken...
Meeting the Przewalski's Horse in Scotland
Val and her son, Hulagu They're wild horses discovered by Nikolai Przewalski, a Polish-born colonel in the...
Photo & Poem: Ducks and Geese
Seven iced-over winters followed by sweet bugs on long summer days. Flightless old girls with twisted toenails and dim...
See It Through His Eyes
It's a perfect day. No wind, not hot. The kind of day that you spend most of the months of...
Photo & Poem: A Smoky Memory
A dusky pink summer dawn, stepping out the porch door, halt. Dread at the smell of unnatural heat. How...
A Natural Instinct to Dominate
I find it fascinating to watch children talking to animals. It's almost like studying mustangs. Kids are who we are,...
Photo Challenge & Poem: All Time Favorite
Directions Turn on the dirt road at the bottom of the hill, then go past the big curve. Slow on...
The Middle Path: Lighten Up, It's All Your Fault
Sometimes people tell me that I'm preaching to the choir with my blog. That it's the other "really creepy horse...
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