Category Archives: Memoir

Ghosts

Recently, my travels took me down a suburban country road that brought back an unexpected flood of memories—and mixed feelings. In my other life, I’m a specialty construction trade contractor...

THAT SUCKS!

When people find out that you’re a horsewoman with an autoimmune disorder, they have a tendency to offer helpful advice.  The world is filled with well-intentioned people, after all. But...

Tales of a Working Student

My first boss was a middle-aged man from Munich. With the charred end of a cigarette hanging from his mouth, he'd regale anyone willing to listen with the story of...

Note to Truck

I searched for you for two years before I bought you sight unseen off the internet. You were an older model Ford F150, nine years old to be exact. You...

Horse Show Guy 3.0

To recap... In version 1.0, I was a horse show parent, helping to get tack, clothes and equipment ready and in the place where it was needed, right when it...

Dear Back On Track,

My darling, I've gotten hurt before. My past is littered with traumas. I healed, but that old pain lingered. I ached. There was a shadow over everything I did, and...

A Horseman Remembers 9/11

Like most everyone else on the morning of September 11, 2001, I can clearly remember exactly where I was and who I was talking to when I heard the news....

A Day at the Beach

The Special Prom is a favorite service project for students at Notre Dame High School in Lawrence, New Jersey. Challenged individuals attend. Students serve dinner and dance with guests. “Thank...

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...