Rescue: Training the Things We Take for Granted
Lethargy. Sweltering with a non-specific stickiness. Flies. More flies. Dilly-dallying. These are the wilting Dog Days of Summer, named for...
Photo Challenge: Details
Search the horizon Lean into the wind Scream truth out loud Rage against monsters. Then find ground in the details....
Defending Horses with Words and Money
Fair warning: I'm going to ask you to do a favor for horses. It will involve some of your time...
Photo Challenge: Look Up.
Look up to him? We all do. Horses would benefit if we loved them less and respected them more. ___Read...
Crossing a Line, One Year Later
When I was twenty-four and just a baby goldsmith, I decided I wanted to show my one-of-a-kind jewelry in a...
The Trailer Isn’t the Problem.
The owner said his horse had trailer issues. He'd watched a video and used a whip and rope, with bad...
Photo Challenge: Opposites.
Stillness bounded by movement, offered without demand. Independent, connected, Cradled as close as skin, but set free. At peace...
A Lesson about Squeamishness and a Donkey.
Look, it's a selfie of me mucking last week. I like to get an early start in the summer. Over...
Quote-Hoarding as Therapy.
It was called The Book of Quotes, curated by two guys in my high school. They...
Photo Challenge: Partners
Move together in silence, an inaudible song. A wordless place, deep and shadowy and still. They wait for us to...
Admitting You’re Wrong.
Do you remember the first time you wanted to be right? It might predate memory or even language. Being good...
Weekly Photo Challenge: Curve
The mingling of moist breath, the warm embrace of a curve, the uncomplicated wholeness that we covet. And the guilt...
Reciprocity: A Softer Ask, a Softer Bend
I overheard some riders complaining like old campaigners. Asking a horse for bend sounded like the Hundred Years' War. They...
Weekly Photo Challenge: Pure
Not politics, religion; not money or guns. Answer deep and pure, in our heart, soul; our Earth and Sun. ~~~Read...
Mansplaining in the Barn
Thirty-five years ago, I stood with a group of women protesting a murder sentence given by a judge in Denver....
Weekly Photo Challenge: Numbers
Yellow solstice to blue. I’ve lost count of the seasons. Was that the year of the big blizzard? Or was...
Women as Predators.
Do you identify as a predator? I was at a horse show a few years back, helping a client. It...
Shrews for Shakespeare
I was an above average student, as long as I could avoid any science class involving frogs. Then in junior...
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