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
Category: Horse Stories
He Was Just Lucky
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
All the Pretty Horses are Gone
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
If Wishes Were Horses
For Missy Is there any woman alive who can’t recite the old nursery rhyme “If wishes were horses,then beggars would ride”? The line is etched into the memory of every little girl who ever wanted a pony, but its true lineage dates back to James Carmichael’s Proverbs of Scots circa 1628 when the original read … Continue reading If Wishes Were Horses