Category: Prose

Slowing Down

  Shortly after a horse accident in 2014, I had to walk with a cane. The design between its black handle and its black rubber tip was pink roses. That should have been the first clue that my brain injury had rewired my preferences; before the…

Horse, Interrupted.

  Photo: Crissi McDonald 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 head in every direction, and Dave was doing his best to hang on to Whip’s…

Horse Moments

      I wrote one sentence for this month’s  blog, and it felt hollow. Two sentences in, and my inner Chicken Little was running around, feathers flying and wings upraised in panicked supplication screaming “The sky is falling and you’re writing a blog?!” It…

Of Horses and People

We will only get so far in our skills and relationship with horses if we don’t work on building skills and relationships with people.

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