I’ve been a proud member of the US Pony Club since I was a wee kid riding a naughty pony named Pickles. My devotion to this organization has seen me...
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 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...
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 did something this weekend that I’m sure most people have dealt with at some time or another, but that I have been lucky enough to avoid for a very...
The first six months of my riding career were spent with two trainers; one for two months, and the second for about four. Then I started leasing my first horse...