Well, the day is here – as of about 12:30pm Eastern Standard Time, Pierce is on the road up to The Cold Dark North™ (Michigan). I’d been hoping the weather would swing back toward being at least slightly more moderate in time for his arrival, since we’ve been hopping back and forth between frigid snow flurries and balmy 70° afternoons that feel more like mid-May than March. But beggars can’t be choosers, and at least Pierce is originally from New…
I like to think I’ve had a pretty good track record when it comes to staying on the horse and defying the perception of riding as “dangerous.” In the eight years since I started riding again, I’ve had a handful of falls – maybe a dozen total – along with the requisite scrapes, bruises, etc. The worst one happened in 2019, when Cosmo got hung up on an oxer in the warmup ring at a show, crashed through, and I…
I haven’t talked much yet on this blog about the horse featured in the header image and the about page – it’s probably time to rectify that, considering he was an enormous part of my life for almost four years. Bronx was mine from June of 2020 through January 2024, and was the perfect step up from my very first horse, Cosmo (more about him at some undetermined point in the future.) Early 2020 was a crazy time for me…
(Enjoy a baby Pierce photo as this post’s focus because I suck at taking relevant photos in landscape format, oops.) I started the weekend on the best possible note – a fun Friday lesson of trot and canter sets plus a short 2’3”-2’6” course on one of my favorite horses of my trainer’s, Wallace. He’s a delightfully fun guy – so easy to flat and uncomplicated over fences. He can fancy it up for the show ring, but you’d never…
I think I mentioned in my very first post on this blog that I like me some good retail therapy. Let me clarify: I love retail therapy. I’ve done the traditional talk therapy gig before, and while it was helpful for sorting out emotional tangles and Complex Young Adult Feelings™, that’s not what I need in this moment in time. Right now I know exactly why I’m craving that serotonin hit of “Your Order Has Shipped!” and slitting the tape…