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Retraining, not rescuing, the modern day thoroughbred
In the few weeks since I have placed Nixon (Called To Serve, the winner of the dressage discipline at the RRP TB Makeover) on the market, I have been barraged by comments about how he will fall through the cracks due to the fact that I am selling him. Let me start by saying how insulting this is to an owner, a trainer, a … Read More Retraining, not rescuing, the modern day thoroughbred
Already a winner…
A few months ago, dripping in sweat and battered and bruised, I came home and text messaged my best friend Meghan, telling her that I thought it was time to give Nixon back. He was as close to dangerous as a horse I had worked with, and I just didn’t see myself getting through to him. I had been catapulted into the cement, and … Read More Already a winner…
Finding a balance…
I went through a really rough time a few weeks ago. There were so many days where I woke up and dreaded what lay ahead. Stress rose up, and happiness sunk down. I spent many hours on the phone with my mother in tears, feeling as though I could speak to no one else. It was a combination of so many things – feeling … Read More Finding a balance…
The Fedorka Triple Crown
Eight years ago, I experience the worst summer of my life. It was the worst summer for entire family. Our emblem of strength and unity was quickly fading away, and it quickly became a catalyst for Murphy’s Law. Our father wasn’t just losing his battle to cancer, we were losing our battle with life. My father was a surgeon, graduated valedictorian from his class … Read More The Fedorka Triple Crown
Defending an industry that won’t defend itself…
I’m tired. There is this feeling of worthlessness that enters my body every time that I sign on to the internet, every time that I click open on the comments section of one of my blogs, every time that I go home to Meadville, Pennsylvania, and am barraged by questions about the industry that I love so much. Today it was slaughter houses, last … Read More Defending an industry that won’t defend itself…
Grief, and the anger and guilt that come with it.
To the outside world, my life appears to be one adventure after the next. I am working on obtaining my doctorate, I have an amazing man in my life, numerous animals who love me that I spend every extra moment with, and a group of amazing friends, both near and far, who constantly lure me on adventures. My family, or what remains of them, … Read More Grief, and the anger and guilt that come with it.
King just for a day
American Pharoah spent his formative months in my backyard. My boyfriend and I live on the property where he was raised from a young foal to a weanling, although now it is under new ownership. A good friend of mine was the photographer who snapped the foal picture that everyone has shared on Facebook. And another good friend owns the advertising company that does all … Read More King just for a day
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
The Thoroughbred: A Torrid Love Affair Part II.
I said good bye to Levi last night. Only, it wasn’t the soft caress of his cheek as the euthanasia was administered that I had envisioned as a child. He was in Upstate New York, and I was in Lexington, KY, when I got the call. “He’s not doing well. The vet said he’s so volatile that he can barely give him any meds.” … Read More The Thoroughbred: A Torrid Love Affair Part II.
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