What is an Ethical Ride?
We are great horse owners. We love our horses. Some of us compete and some stroll around the pasture,...
Photo & Poem: Goodnight
Leaning on the gate. Checking water tanks at dusk, one last glance at the herd before heading in. Feeling...
Photo & Poem: Spine
He repeats it all again, a little slower and louder each time, enunciating as if she cannot hear. Certain...
Calming Signals and the Myth of Desensitizing
This chestnut mare is all that. Alert. Intelligent. Willing. And in possession of the quickest response time of any...
Photo & Poem: Spotted Horse
Both horsewomen would remember this moment. A blustering wind, not cold, but bitter. Misty clouds settled the dust. A...
Photo & Poem: The Call
To feel the red soil, fine dust to pea gravel, with each toe through the sole of my shoe....
Photo & Poem: Herself
No shy curve, she takes a direct line. The big mare trots up with authority, her ears shouting orders...
When Nice People Carry Whips.
"I just carry the whip. I don't use it." "I do liberty with my horse, it's just an extension of...
Photo and Poem: Black Bay
She was for sale: a black bay Arabian mare and I was looking for a beginner lesson horse. Tacked...
The Real Helmet Heroes. (#ihad, #riders4helmets)
This week was ordinary in the horse world. We love horses, who have the quickest response time of any domestic...
Photo and Poem: What If?
There is a crisp apple coolness to the air. Soon there will be frost, I tell the horses, soon...
The Thing About Donkeys
I wrote about mares and the response was so huge that I felt guilty and wrote about geldings. Since then,...
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