Our friend Walter has a horse carriage business which services wedding, festivals and parades. A few days before Memorial Day weekend, he called and asked if my husband George and...
I was 12 years old, in 1966. My horse was Hootenanny, a 16 hand Belgium/Cross, golden chestnut with a blonde mane and tail. He had a white blaze, two white hind...
Animals do not have the free will to pick their owners and pick their jobs. That is always decided for them. I like to think that in a perfect world...
It was almost two years since I started riding again after the surgeries. My left leg had not fully recovered but I had my life back. There would be no...
Everyone has heard the expressions, “stubborn as a mule,” “works like a mule,” and “kicks like a mule." No one ever hears anyone say, “wise as a mule,” “dependable as...
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...
I survived my first summer in Florida. I didn’t think I would since I barely survived summers in New Jersey, where I moved from last November. I came here to...
It was a few days before my 54th birthday and I was at the starting point at the Amwell Valley Trail Association’s annual hunter pace. My horse Joey, came into...
This is a true story that took place over a four-day period, beginning with Thurs afternoon and ending with Sunday morning. It is interesting and eventful. The names have not...