Author Archives: Jorna Taylor

Remembering to Breathe

I’m having the best horse show season of my 35 year career in the ring. Yet I’ve barely been subject to the judge’s eye myself. I love being in the...

My Horse Is My Spirit Animal

The Urban Dictionary defines “Spirit Animal” in this way: In pagan religions and systems, a spirit animal or totem is meant to be a representation of the traits and skills...

Because #OBD Is Real (Part II)

It snowed this past weekend in Wisconsin—our first real snowfall of the year. No one should have been surprised we find ourselves in a winter wonderland, albeit a bit earlier...

Jorge and the #BummerSummer

Some people don’t believe in love at first sight. And frankly, neither do I. But from the very first moment, he was brought in from the pasture and promptly attempted...

Diary of a Horse Show Weekend Warrior

Monday before the horse show Barn has the nerve to be closed. Prepare and pack clothes for every occasion—heat, rain, snow, tornado, etc.—and definitely bring that adorable new seersucker sundress...

“Sorry Mom”

“Sorry Mom.” Those were the first words that came out of a young girl’s mouth after her Pre-Short Stirrup classes at the horse show this weekend “That’s okay, but…” the...

When I Go

There has been another tragic death in the equestrian community, a life taken doing what she loved—this time an Australian eventer. I didn’t know this young woman personally, but I know who she likely was at...

That Perfect Ride

That ride. I just had that perfect ride. You know the one – the one where it all clicks. The one where you ask him to move off your left...

A Good Barn Dog

I’ve never met a barn dog I didn’t like. No, not the weekend-warrior type that is never let off-leash and barks while you’re trying to jump a tricky combination. But...

Broken

I can’t stand to be around me. I am short tempered and irritable. I hate just about everyone. I have been indulging far too often and regularly to excess. I...

Free-Range Your Pony Kid

When I was a kid we were basically like free-range chickens at the barn. Our parents dropped us off early in the morning and we spent the day pecking all...