Category: Prose

Firm Resolve, Gentle Approach

The little paint mare stood trembling at the end of the longest lead rope I could find that day. The July morning had dawned hot and we were both sweating in the middle of her paddock, though the cause of her agitation was probably… Continue Reading “Firm Resolve, Gentle Approach”

Where’s Your Line

        I have a little puzzle for you: How would you make this line shorter? ____________________________ Erase it?  Cut it in half? Scribble on it?   “It’s time you realized that you have something in you more powerful and miraculous than… Continue Reading “Where’s Your Line”

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… Continue Reading “Slowing Down”

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… Continue Reading “Horse, Interrupted.”

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… Continue Reading “Horse Moments”

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