Category Archives: Memoir

My Ugly Darling

“I got a horse you need to try out,” dad said, for seemingly the hundredth time. My go-to response kicked in. “I already have a horse and I don’t need...

Motherhood and Horses

“Horses will always be waiting for you.” It's a well-intentioned reassurance often uttered by loved ones who’ve never experienced the isolation of a hiatus from horses. It's the same one...

The Guru

"You just have to take lessons from him! He’s THE expert!” said a friend. Simply nobody else would do. As a young teen, dressed in jeans and riding in an...

Grizzly Encounters

The most important thing is not to panic.  It was a skill I’d learned well over the years. Riding horses means learning to control your emotions. I had always been...

Beware the Horse Girl

Not long ago, I stumbled upon an article about how women with horses should be avoided at all costs. There are multiple like this particular missive online, posts espousing horse...

The Land We Live On

Much of my life with horses has been defined by the dirt in my fingernails and the hay bits in my socks. It is a life punctuated by weather reports...

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...