Several years ago now, we fostered a pregnant miniature horse named Gypsy. Because she was a rescue, we didn’t know
This is a picture of Pudge’s front feet, or more accurately, a picture of the boots that encase said feet.
My childhood dreams consisted of various versions of a life vastly improved by the presence of a dog and a
Someone new came over to the barn today. She has some horse experience, but wants very much to have more.
Let me explain this picture. Even to an unschooled eye, you might see that my best buddy, Legs, is an
I got my Covid vaccine booster shot yesterday which means I’m feeling a little punk today; not enough to stay
I am lingering in this, the small window of quiet time before afternoon feeding begins, watching the day say good-bye.
Maizey is our wild child. She holds a high opinion of herself and of her role in the workings of
In my quest for greater self kindness, I have cogged onto this: I drag out the mantle of responsibility way
I live in two places — the house and then also the barn. The rhythm of any given day is
I rode three horses yesterday and two today, plus mucking and mowing, and general take-care-of-the-farm work. A year ago, I
I couldn’t find this in my cancer tour guide book; the section on how to determine your cancer-free landmark. It is an important
A friend called me up today to see how I was doing in the aftermath of my bolt from
There is this thing I do with the horses. Most of the time, they roam as a herd sharing —
I wanted to write about something else, something that had been cooking on my mind’s back burner for the better
Reagan left. She was here for a week, shouldering by herself the big task of keeping me company in addition to completing
Three months, give or take. I am, in a distance measured by time, three months down the road from the diagnosis and surgery
I have been writing stories; full-on efforts to plunge my heart down deep into the flow of what goes on between and
I am learning to quilt. Well actually, until just this moment, I have been devoted to learning about quilting.
I started riding again, which is true if you think of riding in very loose terms. It wasn’t hard. It also was not