Month: May 2015
Little Victories To Most…
I walked off of the cross country course in tears yesterday. Sweat poured off of my face, and the tears caught into the black mane and glistening neck of my thoroughbred. I patted him on the neck as they ran from my eyes, not even sure how to process what had just happened. The tears were so reminiscent of what had happened so many times … Read More Little Victories To Most…
The Bully of the Barn: Called To Serve
“A headstrong bully who seemed to have a grievance against the world, he refused to accept instructions or guidance, but instead attempted to impose his will on everybody he encountered, insisting on doing everything his way, in his own time and in his own special style, thank you very much. And if that seems only mildly alarming, add this little detail to the portrait: … Read More The Bully of the Barn: Called To Serve
Happy Mother’s Day: To The Strongest Women I Know
I remember looking up into my father’s eyes and being stunned into speechlessness. Only it wasn’t an intentional lack of words, but instead my throat literally filled with tension and emotion, making sandpaper out of anything that I could possibly mutter in response. We were standing next to the football stadium at the University of Rochester; it was the last time I would throw … Read More Happy Mother’s Day: To The Strongest Women I Know
Frank the Tank: The Story of A Heart Horse
I walked up to the paddock and saw the the most rotund horse I had ever laid eyes on. His thick black tail was dreadlocked, his forelock so long that it covered his eyes. He slumped in the middle of the field with his back to me, one hind leg cocked up, his head low, but his ears swiveled, letting me know that he … Read More Frank the Tank: The Story of A Heart Horse
A Yankee in Paris 
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