Those of you who have known me for any length of time know that I was born with “the horse gene”, meaning that I am really not content unless I have a horse or pony around. This manifested early in life when I comandeered the spring powered wooden rocking horse that my older sister got for Christmas when I was 2. There is a old home movie of me staggering over to mount it, diaper drooping, mouth open, arms extended and eyes wide as saucers. I don’t think my sister ever got to ride it much. Nothing much has changed. There have only been a few years of my life that I haven’t had a horse or a pony and cart. I’ll write more about my current...
Read More