Author Archives: Rebecca Berry

I don’t know how I managed it, but I missed the Poldark wave when it first hit. Perhaps it’s because I don’t like period pieces and therefore ignored all the...

I have come to recognize that when I’m nervous I’m compelled to discuss it—with anyone, whoever you may be. My high level of nervousness tends to surprise people who don’t...

Several roached maned horses watched as I walked towards the shed row barn. I couldn’t see anyone, which had me checking the time and feeling awkward.  "I'll be right with...

In my final semester of university, I took a class that was to prepare us for the world at large. A world of opportunity and excitement, or so the professor...

Have you ever had one of those days where you felt like a shit rider because you fell off or were eliminated? Then, in an attempt to forget your shortcomings,...

‘Twas the day before Christmas and all through the stableAll the creatures were stirring, even old Mable.The horses were restless and wanting their feed,Like me with cookies, it’s called Christmas...

I spent 10 years of my eventing life in Ocala, Florida competing against and losing to some of the best riders in the world. It was quite something to ride...

I can look at the length of a lunge whip and know instinctively that it will flare up my tennis elbow. Especially if there are a few knots in the...

It happened between fences 10 and 11. The rare feeling of confusion as to why my arms had just swung past me of their own accord. It was early in...

“You win some, you lose some,” my friend’s dad said when he learned my pony’s name. I was six at the time and his words have always stuck in my...

George and I were deep in a thicket and we let the horses pick the best way through. I wasn’t enjoying my time as branches grabbed at my clothes and...

I love facts. Little bits of random knowledge that make me sound clever (at least in my head). When it comes to horses, I like to think I know all...

A friend told me about an experience she shared with a lanky six-year-old Holsteiner. The story is enlightening, surprising and perhaps a little sad but has stuck with me for...

Finding a supportive enough bra for a sitting trot is an endless quest. I never found one that worked, so I had a breast reduction. Back in the day, when...

I applied for a stall cleaning job once at a Paso Fino farm. I knew nothing about Paso Finos other than they are a smooth gaited breed, but a messy...