Tag Archives: memoirs

With my hand in a cast (courtesy of my last hunter pace), my plans for fox hunting that season were nixed. Instead of sitting around and sulking, my husband and...

In the spring of 1965, I was 12 years old and starting to win lots of ribbons with my horse, Hootenanny, at the Delaware Valley Horseman’s Association (DVHA) horse shows...

When I was two years old, my father put me on a horse and told me to hold on to the horn. Then he taught me how to kick to...

I am an adult amateur eventer but unlike many of the “amateurs like us” stories I've read, I don’t feel like I am “like them”. I don't consider myself in...