Six Years

Six Years

Six is a funny number. It’s sleepy. Five has more oomph. Major milestones are always a dividend of five. A solid half or a quarter on your way to something. High five. Five fingers. When it comes to horse shopping (something on my mind a lot lately), five figures. Six is less ostentatious. Maybe even a little ominous. 666 doesn’t really fill you with the warm and fuzzies, but here we are. Tim died six years ago. He was 36…

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The Next One

The Next One

You knew there had to be a next one! I’m in the very early stages of horse shopping, something we all know to be both an exciting and frustrating process. And unlike the last couple of times I’ve shopped, my trainer will be the one driving the shopping process. Don’t get me wrong–I’ve always had trainer input on my horses. Usually I go through 100 videos online, share 50 of those videos with friends, and 10 with trainer. If there’s…

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Poet Gets His Own Teenager

Poet Gets His Own Teenager

I sold my horse. If you’ve been following along, this may seem to come out of no where. It happened quickly for me too, but let me back up. For as long as I remember, I’ve seemingly launched myself into big projects. I’ll write a book! I’ll go to grad school! Let me work another job! Let me find a better career! Do home improvement projects! Throw a party! Train a puppy! And of course, riding. Aside from my very…

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Central Texas Equestrians Are Not Okay

Central Texas Equestrians Are Not Okay

Y’all. This rain. This rain. By May, we’ve usually had a few days in the 90s. By now, summer is in full swing and we’re all planning all the air-conditioned and water activities we can to stay cool. But not this year. Noooooo. I’ve lived here for over ten years, and I’ve never seen this much rain at once. For weeks now we’ve had extremely heavy thunderstorms, a day or so of sun, and then buckets of rain again. It…

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Therapist Talks: Horse People

Therapist Talks: Horse People

“I wasn’t hurt, but I had a lot of feelings and when they all mix I turn into a mush. I wanted to go have a meltdown, but it was time to get back on the horse.” “Oh yeah, get back on the horse.” she said. “Like the saying!” Because I am me, horses come up a lot. I try not to get too technical, because therapist isn’t exactly a horse person. But here, she found some common ground and…

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The Past Week in Haikus

The Past Week in Haikus

Texans need the sunAnd it’s been raining for daysand days and days and… Rainy days make fora fresh gray baby hunterwith lots of feelings. Not to exclude him,I too have many feelings. Equestrian spazz. Watched taxidermy,didn’t get my coyotebut that’s for the best. Because now I neednew helmet, margarita– adult ammy life.

Things I Inexplicably Love – Taxidermy

Things I Inexplicably Love – Taxidermy

I’m not a hunter. This makes me a bit of a hypocrite, because I do eat meat. While I think I could raise a farm animal to for production, I doubt I could actually pull the trigger. I’m not against hunting. Some groups animals (looking at you white tail deer) need population control–just not from me. But I love taxidermy. That’s the simple version of why I currently have a tab open in my browser of day one of a…

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Lucie and the Potato

Lucie and the Potato

Lucie is one of the quirkiest dogs I’ve ever owned. Her biggest quirk? Special treats. I’ve always heard that dogs buried bones, but I never saw it in real life. Every dog I’ve ever had has gratefully taken a special chew, treat, or bone and ran off with it to eat or chew to their heart’s delight. But not Lucie. If you give her a chew bone she will do one of three things with it: Delightfully throw it in…

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