A personal blog about eventing, horses & life in the middle of it all

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What a broken stirrup leather taught me about preparation

There are horse-trial days when the plan unravels before the first bell. A horse warms up differently than expected, the weather changes, or a rider discovers…

The Value Of A Mentor Who Believes In You

Eventing has a way of making confidence feel temporary. A good dressage test can leave you floating until one missed transition replays in your mind. A careful…

How to Read Your Horse Before the Jump

A jump rarely surprises a horse as much as it surprises a rider. Long before the front feet leave the ground, the horse has usually offered clues through the…

Why I practice emergency dismounts regularly

There is a particular kind of confidence that comes from knowing how to leave a horse safely when a ride has gone wrong. It is not the dramatic confidence of…

What It Takes to Event a Horse You Raised Yourself

Raising a horse from the beginning gives an event rider an unusually close view of how a partnership develops. You remember the awkward youngster, the first…

The gear that changed how I ride

There are plenty of purchases in eventing that feel important at the time. A new saddle can make a horse feel wonderfully free through the shoulder. A smart…

Staying Warm at a Cold-Weather Horse Event

Cold-weather horse events ask for a different kind of preparation. The schedule may look familiar—arrival, tack-up, warm-up, competition, untacking, and the…

The Day I Stopped Forcing the Partnership

There was no dramatic fall, no refusal that sent me flying, and no single disastrous competition that made everything obvious. The realization arrived quietly,…

Why I Love the Smell of Hay in a Stalled Trailer

There are horse smells that cling to your clothes, settle into the mats of a truck, and follow you home long after the last bucket has been rinsed. Fresh…

What My First Fallout With A Trainer Taught Me

The first time I fell out with a trainer, I expected the hardest part to be the practical fallout. I imagined awkward conversations at the yard, uncertainty…