Confidence, DVDs, and the Illusion of Progress
January ended with momentum. I was moving forward. I just hadn’t yet learned the difference between forward motion and actual direction.
Dusty Steps In
After Vandy died, the yard felt empty. Then Dusty arrived—a younger, well-trained horse who pulled me deeper into horsemanship than I ever expected. This chapter is where everything began to shift.
The Thousand Pounds of Quiet Energy
In 1979, Ranae brought home a colt named Vandy. I didn’t know it yet, but that horse would shape our home, our marriage, and the direction of my life in ways I wouldn’t understand until he was gone.