Of roses, hairspray, glitter and early mornings

This past weekend, the annual Rose Parade took place in my beloved city of roses, Portland. Whether or not you like parades or you mock them, the Grand Floral Rose Parade is an experience no one can easily forget—especially as a participant. Waaay back in 2005, I was...

Stolen moments and hopeful promises

A 45-minute drive. Each mile seems longer as I draw closer to the right exit. Almost there. Then I reach the gravel driveway – the homestretch. I’m almost there, my love! He greets me with a soft nicker and I all but jog into the barn. His nose hangs out...

Story Behind the Story: Jennifer Slattery

Guest post by Jennifer Slattery  I sat sandwiched between my husband and chattering daughter, forcing a smile while my insides catapulted. We were headed to El Salvador, traveling by plane, and I was ready to hurl. Passengers sauntered on, smiling as if they had no...

The Camciscan horse of my life

This is certainly the least flattering photo I could find of this horse, but it speaks volumes. On Friday, I discussed the Camciscan of West with the Night, a memoir by horse trainer, adventurer and pilot, Beryl Markham. Camciscan was a stallion that pushed her to her...