I’m not going to lie … slipping my boots back in the stirrups, gathering the reins, and starting to ride…
Endless milkweed—silky white puffs and yellowing pods that split and curl—come into sharp focus between the ears of my horse.…
Sometimes the universe sends you what you need. I’d lost Emmy, a magnificent, kind, motherly Thoroughbred mare, after her battle…
After growing up horsey, Nancy still held on to her identity as a “horse girl” even when she hadn’t ridden…
During the height of the pandemic and racial tension around the U.S., two boys struggling with ADHD found healing through…
I haven’t always been a fearless horse owner, but I’ve had to draw on that persona many times. I first…
When I think about my experience owning two blind horses, I’m instantly drawn to the proverbial phrase, “When life gives…
I’ve wanted horses to be a big part of my life ever since I was a young child. I dreamed…
Sammy galloped dramatically after our horse trailer as we hauled Wicklow to an eventing horse trial without him. He ran…
We riders are bright creatures. We memorize long courses, process multi-part instructions, and generally do the whole patting-your-head-and-rubbing-your-stomach routine from…