Category Archives: Memoir

A Ribbon for Mary

Many of us have had to deal with a spouse or significant other in planning the allocation of time, money and resources to our equestrian passion. I got lucky. Though not...

The Horse Trailer with Billy John

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...

Here’s to All the Neighbors’ Ponies

The horse bug doesn’t discriminate. Though it certainly seems to favor little girls who still believe in unicorns and fairies. The point is, you and I—the afflicted bug-carriers—know that once...

Why I’ll Never Forget My Roots

Equestrian sport is not known for being particularly humble. In fact, I would say most people would consider it a somewhat elitist past-time, at least at the higher levels. With...

Riding High: An Accidental Rider Adventure

As an exchange student, I looked forward to watching Shakespearean plays at Stratford-upon-Avon, making new friends and traveling to other countries. I knew attending college in Worcester, England would be...

Looking Back at Pony Club

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...

My Brother’s Suicide

As a regular, horse-crazy teenage girl, nothing in my life had really shaken me until April 2nd of 2016. I was away that weekend, showing at a paint show with...

Some Guys Have All the Luck

A couple weeks ago, we had to say goodbye to my horse Robbie. He was the star of “5 Ways to Help Your Fidgety Horse Relax for the Farrier,” because even...

Race the Wild Coast

One rider. Three horses. And 350 kilometers of untamed terrain on the remote east coast of South Africa. Australian Brent Albuino was among the first to brave the inaugural Race the Wild...

The Legend of Gravity Hill

It was the summer of 1969 and I had just completed my sophomore year at Notre Dame High School in Lawrenceville, NJ. I was proud to be a member of...

Losing a Heart Horse

We had finally found our rhythm. Dancer and I wouldn’t ask more from each other than we could give. At 62 and 23 respectively, my horse and I had agreed...

The Last Hunter Pace

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...