Jess' Blog

(Voices of Olympic athletes) “Take a day off? I don’t even take a morning off.” “I haven’t ordered dessert in two years.” “You know that best selling book everyone loves? I haven’t read it.” “I haven’t watched TV since last summer. Hey, I’ve been busy.” ~2012 Citibank Olympic commercial     There's something about watching athletes from around the globe compete for international glory and fame that is no less than gripping for me. It's watching the year's of hard-work, determination and devotion culminate into those final races, games, dives, etc... that is incredibly inspirational. You know they've sacrificed so...

I'm going to assume you haven't been living under a rock. If you have, then just Google Chic-Fil-A and you can get up to speed in minutes. If you are conservative, if you are liberal... gay, straight, man or woman... please take a moment to hear me out. This has nothing to do with horses, tack, or anything else you thought you were going to hear about, but because I have a big mouth and even bigger opinions I'm going to give you an earful and then next week I will be back to normal I promise! In the meantime...

She was a throw away pony. The kind that would likely end up in the kill pen in today's market. Hard to catch, hard to trailer, ill-broke, borderline dangerous and too old to get away with it. I grew up on a family farm. My sister and our family in one house, my grandparents across the orchard, and my aunt, uncle and 3 cousins at the back of the property. It was a pretty great place to grow up. I was the oldest of the 5 of us kids, and when I was 8 my mom and blissfully horse-crazy aunt...

13 years ago someone walked onto our property, broke into our horse trailer and took off with 4 saddles, at least 20 headstalls and bits, numerous breast collars and saddle pads. I remember the shock and disbelief I felt. I knew there must be some explanation. Did someone borrow them? Did I move them and forgot? Nope, it didn't take long to discover we had been robbed. You could even follow the footprints from our trailer out to the road where they had parked and made numerous trips with our belongings. We had been wiped out. And living in a tiny...