My first horse sport was Eventing. It was a growing sport in our state, and its lack of formality appealed to the university crowd I grew up riding with. Wicki came with miles under his girth, and was a great teacher. When I outgrew him, the plan was to get a younger horse that I … More Bendigo, the Event horse who wasn’t
Twenty seven years ago I did a crazy thing: I went to a Mustang adoption, adopted a yearling, moved him into our rented barn under the pretense that he belonged to a client, and on this day twenty seven years ago, I presented him to my mother as a fiftieth birthday present. Potential recipe for … More The Birthday Mustang
This post is dedicated to all those horsey people, from around the globe, that have connected with me through Facebook and this blog. As I spend these days mostly on my back, recovering from my crash last Sunday, I have plenty of time for reflection. Almost twenty years ago it was people that drove me … More Thank you for being a friend!
I think Mark Z. and his crew have created a new algorithm for Facebook – a teaching algorithm. That is certainly how it felt this past week. It started with the news about horse sports getting worse than ever. Dressage, the sport I loved, is turning into “Saddle Seat meets Western Pleasure” – hollow backs, … More Lessons from Facebook
Horse Crazy Once Again 