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About a decade ago, I went to the Scottsdale All Arabian Horse show. I was excited to revisit a place I had happy childhood and early...

We were working in Arizona last month, doing a series of clinics. After the warm day had cooled to a crisp desert evening, my friend Lori...

Where there was once green grass, there’s now snow and the leftovers of what was a lush pasture. It’s March, which means it’s also time...

When I started learning about horses, it was from a place of deep and abiding love. The way of being with horses that I fell into came...

I confess: cleaning stalls, scrubbing water troughs, and slinging hay have been my lifelines to sanity this year. Add in horsehair in my...

Despite several big worries that have been gnawing their way through my psyche today, that hot bath feeling of peace visited me. A part...

Top, October 2019 It was October, and Top stood quietly at the trailer while being groomed and saddled. When Mark bridled him and then...

Photo: Chris Wolf We sometimes forget that horses can perform any movement we need them to do already. They are masters of movement.  All...

I didn’t know I needed to see Bree until I saw her again. Five years had passed since she and I had the accident that put me in the...

Rocky and Crissi. It’s that time of year. Our horse Rocky is so itchy, he’s rubbing up against pine trees to scratch the hair off. I took...

Our new clinic horse Top is a chocolate bay with a kind eye and a pink spot on his lower lip that makes him look like his tongue is...

In 1996 I’d been training horses for less than a year. I got a call from a neighbor who wanted help with her horse. When I arrived,...

There’s an expression currently making its rounds in the horse world. “It’s another tool for my toolbox.” Having answers to our horse’s...

There are things I like about this time of year. The Christmas lights that festoon the trees lining our downtown main street are magical,...

In the summer, I like to keep a few pots of herbs and vegetables on our south-facing porch. The growing season is short where we live,...

By the time Shelly came into the arena for her lesson with me, her mare’s bay coat was almost black with sweat. When Shelly bought the...

As I was brushing our horses yesterday, I noticed that despite the rivulet of sweat running down my back, their short summer coats were...

After learning about the horse’s brain at a recent seminar and getting to hold a horse brain, I felt a thrill much like roller coasters...

As we stood at the gate to the horse’s paddock on a sunny afternoon, my nephew said: “Aunt Crissi, I want to pet every horse in the pen!”...

Thorny was an old cowboy my parents knew, and the first person who introduced me to horses. I was still in diapers, holding on to the...