Summer 2023 Dedicated to my handsome first love. I'm not sure that words could express what is in my heart for Bo. ... No, as the song " Love You Anyways " says, no words have been made that could shoulder that kind of weight. I was twelve when we met. His barn housed chandeliers. His quiet hazel eyes moved me. I almost lost him, no sooner than I called him mine. Yet he pulled through, surviving an impossibly large abscess. He was gentle throughout it all. He saw me through t

Carole Anne April 1, 1942- April 2, 2023 My Grandma was the epitome of elegance and class. I will always describe her this way....

Rhode Island to Oregon This fall my family and I dawned our masks for a cross-country flight back east to meet my brother (my best...

Becoming Brave No. 12 Breaking Free In closing I will tell you a recent story. It's a story of finding freedom. I haven't been afraid of...

Becoming Brave No. 11 My Silent Fortress Bo is a beautiful piece of my life. But only a piece. There is another piece, a very important...

Becoming Brave No. 10 Let Laughter Be Our Anthem Out in the middle of the forest, the only sounds are the birds and the crunching of brush beneath our horse's hooves. Bo and I are doing much better at this point. I have a prayer, and I literally say it every time I get on to this day. Out loud. For both of us. "Dear Lord Jesus, thank you for this day! I pray we have no spooks, bolts or scares and that we trust each other even more at the end." Now, I don't know about the no s

Becoming Brave No. 9 Through Trust and Tears I balled my fist. Pull it together, Sarah. I knew the tears were ridiculous but that didn't...

Becoming Brave No. 8 Summer Dreams Once it was just Bo and I. Before any other horses we would go out and ride alone. It was mid-summer...

Becoming Brave No. 7 Scars I waited until after the surgery to see him. Slinking into the extremely clean, white stall his sad, droopy...

Becoming Brave No. 6 To Save a Life It was my third ride. We made the twenty-five minute drive once a day to feed Bo, clean his stall,...

Becoming Brave No. 5 To Find a Name One week later and I was slipping the bright green halter over his head, slipping him a carrot, and...

Becoming Brave No. 4 The Interview My mom and I spent a lot of time on DreamHorse. If you aren't familiar with that website... man,...

Becoming Brave No. 3 Breakthrough "We have a surprise for you," I still remember sitting on the stairs as my parents grinned. "You're...

Becoming Brave No. 2 "When You Fall..." Sitting high on top of the pinto I clutched the saddle horn nervously. "Aunt M, I really don't...

Becoming Brave Prologue The Prayer "Dear Lord Jesus, thank you for this day. Thank you for my family. Please let me have a dapple grey...