Social media can be a really strange place. At it’s best, it allows you to connect with people that you’d probably never get the chance to meet otherwise, usually just because of geography. They can become friends, share along in your journey and offer support. At it’s worst…
While I’ve never been one for making big, sweeping resolutions, I do have to admit that there is something so appealing about the idea of a “fresh start.” In general, I think that if you want to start a healthy habit, break a bad one, or otherwise change something that you don’t feel good about, there’s no time like the present to start…
I’ve never been a huge follower of New Year’s Resolutions. Not because I don’t believe in them or feel that they hold no value, but because I fundamentally never really understood the difference between resolutions, goals, or plans…
There’s not a lot of times that I feel old. Yes, I’m almost always in bed before 10PM, and honestly, after a conversation the other day when a young friend of mine where she mentioned that…
Just like that, a part of Posey’s life has already ended. In the blink of an eye, she’s turned six months old, attended her inspection, and been weaned. I’m unable to spare you guys from the cliches…
I’ve been at a bit of a loss for what to write about, in this somewhat uneventful period between the championships in Colorado and finishing up the rest of the fall season. This has been made even more uneventful by the fact that it has been raining almost non-stop since we got home…
Who doesn’t love a newborn foal? The soft muzzles, the delicate bones, the innocence... The sweetness is hard to resist. Sometimes you blink and poof, they’re full grown. Just like that, all that simple, pure youth disappears…
I know I’ve been radio silent for a while on 2RM. Mainly because Two Red Mares has turned to Three Red Mares with my newest addition and because law school is designed to make you a recluse with to time or energy to anything creative…
Today is Maria’s 20th birthday. Truthfully, there have been moments throughout our time together when I wasn’t sure we would make it this far (see “Maria the Misfortunate”)…
Of the many questions I receive upon telling someone that I live on a farm in Texas with three horses, two donkeys, two dogs, and a cat, one constantly comes up in some form or another: did you know about the world of horses before you married into it…