Your Horse Loves Arena Riding
Does your horse have a Night of the Living Dead lurch to the arena? Do you clock in like it’s...
Photo Challenge: Growth (of a Kind)
Euthanasia is never easy, but it can be less punishing. The secret is to focus on love instead of loss....
End the Strike Now! And a Poetry Book Coming.
I'm not sad to see 2017 go. It was a mean year, all in all. Too much name calling and...
Middle Path: The Curse of a Self-Aware Mind
We think too much. We're mostly introverts with an inclination toward perfection, and we think too much. Oh, and we...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Sanity & Sanitary
Fingers in the worn glove curve to meet the shape of the wooden handle in my palm. Muck boots shuffle,...
EOY P&L: Life, Death, and Tears
EOY P&L... my last post of the year always has some math involved. I don't have the math skills to quantify the number...
Weekly Photo & Poem: Favorite
Her years on flat open prairie, the hard-scrap jumble of danger and chance left only the essentials: skeptical wisdom,...
Talking Animals at Midnight
Just in from the night feed. It's long john weather, my head bandaged with layers of hats and a muffler,...
Photo Challenge and Poem: Ascend
Riding looks as easy as sliding a boot into a stirrup and throwing a leg over the horse's back. As...
Seriously Lighthearted
Do you ever get the impression that your show up at the barn and your horse is watching you with...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Cheeky
He's a goat who's had a bit of a weight problem since the cast came off. A free spirit, butting...
Big Dreams, Low Expectations
I've become a real party-pooper when it comes to talented young horses. It isn't that I can't see the potential;...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Serene
The cowboys I knew didn't dress like the movies. No neckerchiefs or fancy Mexican spurs. They wore easy smiles under...
Calming Signals and Pain
First, last, and always, make sure your horse is sound. That's the warning that any decent equine professional gives...
Getting In Cars with Strangers
My mother told me not to, but I do. I get in cars with strangers. More often than you'd think....
Photo Challenge & Poem: Transformation
The old gelding's eye sockets are hollow or maybe he's pulled his gaze inward. Once a trumpet blast of...
Thanksgiving from a Cowboy Girl
You could tell it was the 1980's because I'd done something with my hair that made me look like a...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Experimental
They live with us now, hooves half in their own history and half in ours, so closely inbred that our...
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