Category Archives: Memoir

Rediscovering the Passion

I’m not sure what’s happening to me. Inching up to the septuagenarian mark and losing two beloved horses in two years had taken a toll.  Maybe this is what happens....

Unboxing Old Breyer Horses

procrastination is theart of keepingup with yesterday —Don Marquis, archy and mehitabel, 1927 I opened a box of Breyer horses from my childhood the other day. I could say it...

First Frost

Horse people know more about what is going on in the sky and in the dirt than most. We have multiple weather apps on our phones and check them often....

I Can’t Even

Of all the Airbnbs in the UK, I had to book this one; a cute one-bedroom house with a clothesline. I knew I was in the county of Hampshire, but...

A Newmarket Dream

A million Christmases ago my mom gave me a Newmarket quarter sheet. It was my Santa present, which is to say the best present of the day. It was beautiful....

Rescue Opens Doors to Career with Horses

Like many young adults in their mid-twenties, Alicia Shread, 25, from Clarksville, Maryland, is focused on building a prosperous career. While horses were always a hobby for her, after spending...

Horses and the Ties That Bind Us

“Twenty-two percent of millennials say they have ‘no friends,’” claimed a Vox article from 2019. While that stat was pulled from a poll of fewer than 2,000 people, the truth...

The Luckiest (Lazy) Little Pony

He’d been purchased some years ago from a Mennonite family. When my boss went to see him, he was looking for something safe and reliable; he asked if Lucky was...

Pick the Horse

"You look cute in that," the person I love said when he first saw me in barn clothes. There was hay in my hair. The ratty t-shirt and jeans I...

A Race Day in Ireland

While at the Dublin Horse Show in 2018, I got a sense of how many horses occupied Ireland and felt staying an extra week would allow me the time to...

On Horses and Uncertainty

After 20 years of riding other people’s horses, I finally have one of my own. As I latched her stall door for the first time, a familiar sense of worry...

Horsepacking on Grizzly Mountain

We hung on tightly, leaning forward as the horses climbed. Already we’d gone through more difficult terrain than I could have imagined—bogs that sucked at the horse’s feet, mud that...

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