How the Barn Became a Church
Were you born in a barn? Not me, but I wish. I lived in the tiny asphalt-shingle house just south...
It's Not Exactly Like Seeing Dead People
My father came to my last book talk. For those of you squinting, tilting your heads, and doing the math......
Looking for a Better Ride?
Let's say you're a middle sort of rider. You aren't a rank beginner; you're comfortable in the saddle but it...
Weekly Photo Challenge: Eye Spy
She sees more than you do, even when she isn't looking. Science says she has the ability to see...
What Are You Saving for Good?
My parents grew up in the Great Depression and were frugal; we kept things "for good." It was the first...
Weekly Photo Challenge: Transition
Transition Imposition. Anna Blake, Infinity Farm. (WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting...
On Women, Bravery, and Being Old Gray Mares
Do you have a mentor? Someone you respect who's just a few strides ahead of you, and when they go...
Anthropomorphism. It's a Not Bad Thing.
This week I saw a comment on a great story about a mustang that credited the horse and rider's success,...
Weekly Photo Challenge: Ornate
An autumn shrubbery, ornate as a paisley tapestry, is gone on the wind, Rustling ahead of a polar flip toward...
Are You an Advocate for Horses?
Ruby Ranch's Keira, working with my friend, Amelia. Neglected horses are everywhere in the news lately....
Weekly Photo Challenge: Treat
Happy Halloween: May the ghost herd be remembered. Indulge me. It's a throw-back image from years ago, but I'm missing...
When Your Horse Falls In a Hole.
Horses fall into holes all the time. Metaphoric holes; the really tricky kind that jump up and surprise you when...
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