I'm setting a goal to log more riding miles outside the confines of an arena.
Feeding horses is an ordinary, non-eventful, messy chore, and I love it!
It’s not just our hats and boots, but the way we talk that puzzles the outside world.
Signs of age should remind us of all the great places to which our senior horses have carried us.
A scruffy bay Arabian introduced me to the exhiliration of horse ownership.
Bucked off, fell off, slipped out—however you describe it, do 10 involuntary dismounts make you a “real” rider?