It’s been a tough year for me and my animals–we lost Magic, the elderly deerhound in January, and just last week, our thirty year old Quarter Horse Dash, the last of the red horses at our old place in California, Rancho del Caballo Rojo. I am no poet, but tonight I came upon something I… Continue reading Past Lives
“I may not know a winner when I see one, but I sure as hell can spot a loser.” Rocky On Saturday night, thirteen horses were saved from kill buyers at Mike’s Auction in Mira Loma, California, by three rescue organizations—Forgotten Horses Rescue, Inc, HiCaliber Horse Rescue and Joey’s Home Animal Rescue. Here in the… Continue reading They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?
On Friday, once again, I cancelled my elective bilateral foot surgery, cheilectomies to ameliorate the effects of decades of running miles a day on hard pavement and wearing high heeled shoes to work. Like many other physicians faced with the dilemma of elective surgery, the “what-if’s” got the better of me—what if I get an… Continue reading Feet Don’t Fail Me Now
My sister was here recently to help me out while my father was in the hospital. She is much kinder and more patient than I am, so I was very grateful for her help. She is leaving to go home to New Jersey tomorrow. Tonight before dinner we took the deerhounds for a walk. In… Continue reading Empty Nest
“The sun is riz, the sun is set, and we ain’t outta Texas yet!” It takes a full day to waltz across Texas. I’ve been reminded of this twice in the last four years—once in July of 2009 when I drove my daughter from California out to Houston to start medical school, and the second… Continue reading Back at the Ranch
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods. They kill us for their sport. King Lear, Act IV There are certain days that everyone will always remember. People of my generation uniformly remember where they were and what they were doing the day that John F. Kennedy was shot. My children’s generation will… Continue reading The Stars are Misaligned Tonight
Maybe it was the half-starved little bay mare I saw on the San Diego Humane Society’s website today, or maybe it was the sight of my husband cleaning his saddle, the one he hasn’t used since old Veronica died back in 2005—I don’t know—but something’s got me thinking about horses again. And remembering the first… Continue reading He Was Just Lucky
Somewhere in times own space There must be some Sweet pastured place Where creeks sing on And tall trees grow Some paradise where horses go, For by the love that guides my pen I know great horses live again. ~Stanley Harrison It was a tough week for the ponies, this one. Earlier this week, Sandy… Continue reading All the Pretty Horses are Gone