Weekend Edition – Of Writing and Riding, Stories and Horses — Live to Write – Write to Live

I don’t have a conscious memory of my first time on a pony, but I do have a photo. In the blue-tinted picture, I am three-and-a-half years old and sitting astride a shaggy, black steed named Cricket. I’m sporting a red bandana, and the look on my face says it all – this is love. […]

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