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On a warm spring day, I walked into an arena to help Dave with his sorrel gelding, Whip.  Wide-eyed and snorting, Whip was flinging his...

Photo: Crissi McDonald I wrote one sentence for this month’s blog, and it felt hollow. Two sentences in, and my inner Chicken Little was...

Photo: Stefan Angele In what seems a different lifetime, I once told a therapist that horses felt safe to me. She, not being familiar...