Author Archives: Carleigh Fedorka

The struggle has been real.  We are in the midst of a global pandemic, horse shows are getting cancelled or indefinitely postponed, and mayhem seems to surround us. And yet,...

I started having anxiety attacks a couple of summers ago. I would drive to the barn after a good day at work, and swing on to my first horse. Shoulder...

I have been asked to write on a lot of topics. Why are Thoroughbreds better than other breeds? Why are geldings better than mares? Why do I love bay horses...

Ten years ago, I loaded up my one true love and sent him six hours north for his next adventure. He was my childhood horse, and he was a beautiful...

“But, this is the last one,” I reasoned with both my fiancé but mostly with myself. “Kennedy is tucked safely in the barn, Sail Maker is over at Lee’s, and...

I'm sure by now many of you have seen the video circulating social media about the cloning and genetic engineering of horses. Published by the World Economic Forum, the 60...

I awoke Friday morning and just stared at the comments. I'd spent the previous evening in a state of distress; a state of overwhelming fear, sadness, and this sick sense...

On Thanksgiving Day, while the turkey roasted and my family gathered, my significant other and I huddled on the couch with shoulders touching and a tiny phone in front of...

I hum this in my head to the tune of “Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?” by Paula Cole at least once a week, and even moreso this last week...

I walked off my XC course on Sunday and just shook my head. A grimace was plastered across my face and my reins draped across my horse's neck. Sweat dripped...

Five years ago I took on an off-the-track-thoroughbred with the idea that he would be an easy flip. Some quick cash. A safety net for my savings account. Four and...

I have sold quite a few horses. Some for a lot of money, some for a little. Some which had training for years and are solid citizens at their discipline,...

I walked to the start box today and stared down at my horse's neck, trying to calm my nerves and relax my core. His black mane was streaked with white,...

I can remember moving to Lexington, KY a decade ago and thinking: “Now. Now is when I finally learn to ride.” I grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania...

I strive for perfection… But I own horses. There is a duality in this lifestyle that is so hard for people like me. And by me, I mean my fellow...

A year ago today, I loaded the love of my life onto a trailer bound for his new home. He was off to the hunter world where he would help...

A few weeks ago, I received a Facebook message. It was a screen-shot of a comment written in a lot of rage; a comment about me. This person was stating...

I have a big horse. Heck, he’s not just a big horse, he’s one of the tallest thoroughbreds I have had the pleasure to work with—and that’s saying something. "Kennedy"...

I remember being 16 years old and feeling the tears streaming down my face. I remember walking off the cross country course with my head hanging down and my pelvis...

I left the ring with a huge grin on my face and signaled my student with a thumbs up as we made eye contact. I knew she was nervous about...