Musings about equines and life
I’d like to tell you that I jumped up on Reina, felt like I was a teenager again, and we rode off confidently into the sunset. But I’ll tell you the truth instead. As I mentioned before, I was still healing up from a broken ankle when she arrived, so I had to wait a… Continue reading Getting Back in the Saddle
I was about five years old when I touched a horse for the first time. Some neighbors brought in a spotted pony from a relative's ranch and invited all the kids to come take a ride. I remember being lifted onto the pony's bare back and told to hang on tight, and the next thing… Continue reading The Midlife Mule
The Midlife Mule 