Warwick Schiller flew under my radar at first. The Australian transplant (he calls California home now) watched the horsemen of the Horsemen’s Re-Union with me last April. We talked about what they were doing and who was doing well. He’s friendly, knowledgeable, and outgoing. It […]
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Honored to be Ignored
We’ve had some mild days this autumn. They come after a stretch of cold ones that had my girls anxious for hay at all hours. They seemed to be girding themselves for the long winter ahead. But yesterday, we got into the 50s. The warm […]
Read moreLooking for a Good Time
As a kid, I was pretty clueless about horses and riding. My mom and grandma taught what they could to a stubborn but enthusiastic girl. Mom sent me to English lessons for a while. I can still hear the drone of the instructor’s voice across […]
Read moreDog is Good. Horse is Good
What do you do with all those catalogs that come as junk mail? Do you browse through them? Recently, they go automatically to the recycling bin for me. I don’t even thumb through. More often, I’ll browse and shop on line. And when I like […]
Read moreChincoteague Ponies just peachy
The Fire Chief of tiny Chincoteague, Virginia (population 4,347) may not be a horseman, but he had an idea that the Chincoteague ponies would take care of themselves if given the chance. The manager of the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge thought so, too. So instead […]
Read moreHorses: Nonplussed or Verklempt
Ok, I love words, especially when you can have fun with them. Forgive me in advance for this post’s tangents. Yesterday, we took a long ride across the Greencastle Bridge and into the next town of North Liberty. I’ve become quite fond of snack breaks […]
Read moreEquine Therapy in Child-Size Doses
Us horse owners are so lucky. We get to soak up good equine vibes daily. And we get to share. This summer, I had the privilege of introducing a young friend to trail riding. Gracie, a four-year old suburbanite, took to it quickly. She had […]
Read moreI Wanna Go
A friend turned me onto a Los Angeles Times story about Mary Breckenridge. At 64, she crosses the High Sierra with two mules and a saddle horse. She’s done it for years and has some incredible insight about being alone in nature and relating only […]
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