horse girl × equestrian
literary journalism
The Christmas Runaway
That Christmas morning, we looked out the kitchen window and were surprised to see Sparkle and Tosca, hightailing it across the lawn - literally, tails high like banners. They merrily galloped down the bank, across the road, and out of view.
The Polo Trip
What a jerk, I thought. The non-riders in the group seemed to be impressed with this cowboy show, but I could tell he wasn’t much of a rider.
The Christmas Pony
It was pure magic: the snow, the pony, and the two friends, who had lived pretty charmed lives and still believed they could do anything they wanted to do.
The Irish Riding Holiday Pt.1
Part one of my teenage horse riding holiday in Sligo, Ireland
