The past couple of weeks have been filled with challenge, joy, grief, exhaustion and so much love from family and friends. Last week, Sol Horowitz, my grandfather, my Zayde, passed away. My family is a close one. Growing up, I spent a tremendous amount of precious time with my maternal grandparents. Sleepovers, picnics, games, belly …
A Call For Generosity
The night air was thin and sharp, a deep winter cold making the trees pop. It had been a long day working under horses, barely keeping enough circulation to feel my fingers as I clutched my metal farrier tools. Finally home, I sat by the woodstove, slowly thawing; I had no desire to go back …
Fall is Here, and so is Spring
Sometimes a tragedy can blossom into a beautiful next chapter. Several years ago, my horse Grace suffered a terrible loss. Before I became her human, she was sold in foal from the RCMP Musical Ride to one of my clients. This would have been her third baby, which she would have mothered beautifully like the others. She would …
Atticus Runs Home
As I built a barn to bring home my horse Grace, I prepared to bring home another horse, Atticus. This feisty, athletic gelding, with a curiosity that would put cats to shame, daunted and thrilled me to become his caretaker. Horses, like people, are social creatures. As herd animals, they need company, preferably one of …
Riding My Way To Grace
Since I became a farrier, every week someone offers me a free horse. Every week, I say no. There are always horses looking for homes for a plethora of reasons, and I am honoured people feel that I would be a good owner. That being said, horses are incredibly costly in time and money. Declining …

