Rodeo season never ends

I don’t want it to end—the sights, the smells, the feel of dirt in the air. Luckily, these photographs only serve as inspiration behind each novel idea or character. What comes to mind when you see these two photos? I just love that grey horse—and he could...

Guest Post: The Rider on the White Horse

My older sister and her friends would watch through the screened door onto the backyard roaring in laughter as I ran my course, my homemade yarn tail flowing in the wind as I sailed over the jumps. As an 8 year old I managed to get my hands on a VHS tape of a...

Guest Post: Lessons Learned from Red Eagle

His name was Red Eagle. I remember looking at him in askance at first. I was eight years old and this was to be my first real horseback riding lesson. In my horse daydreams, I’d imagined a magnificent white horse to carry me across fields and over fences. Never did I...