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...
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...
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