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Black Sheep of the Barn
I was considered the black sheep of the family for, of the ten boisterous kids, I was the quiet one. A homely child, with my unruly curls and large eyes, I was painfully shy. Needless to say, from a very young age I was a bit of a loner, marching to the beat of my more »
Rainy Days Don’t Get Me Down
It is raining “cats and dogs” and the forecast calls for more of the same all week. Distracted by the sound of it pummeling down onto my roof, I glance outside my bedroom window to witness the site. Hmm…I contemplate, it’s going to be a wet ride today. I have to admit that I’m quite more »
Meet My Latest Surprise, Duncan
When I first see him grazing in the field next to Dottie’s horse, I think to myself, “How nice. They bought a companion mule for Fannie.” Now this wasn’t meant to be a slight, I actually like mules and have heard wonderful things about them. The thought just popped into my mind when I first more »
My Horse is Back!
I am so happy to have my horse, Jaliska, back in Massachusetts after a long 2.5 months! Other than being a little thin from all the travel, she looks happy, healthy and beautiful. I am so excited to ride her again, I can’t stand it. For those of you who missed it, J spent a more »
Just Teddy
It is a breathtakingly, gorgeous day in New England, and I am off to ride. Quite frankly, I can’t think of anything better to do on such a glorious day than go riding (or for that matter on a rainy day, chilly day, snowy day…OK, you get the point). I love riding Adrienne’s horse “Just more »
Meet Twilight, My New Ride
Meet Twilight. She’s nineteen and I’m now leasing her. She’s from royalty as her grandfather was Secretariat which I think is pretty neat. Twilight is filling a hole in my heart and I in hers. Let me explain. Her rider has been away at college for the winter, and with the exception of an occasional more »
The Acorn Doesn’t Fall Far From theTree
Nothing makes me happier than horse time with my son or daughter. Bobby confirmed this evening that he will be my groom for the Prix. The thought of it makes me inexplicably happy for some reason. He should be plenty strong and capable by the time I’m ready for the prix, no doubt with years more »