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,...

I'm going to give you a little caveat. I'd been dreaming of New York since I was a young girl. Seeing a Broadway play on Broadway has...

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,...

No.2 The Journal Every day I was in Africa I forced myself to write something. I say forced, because when you are literally on the other...

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

No. 1 All My Love From Africa Hi guys :) The following blog was actually written nearly two years ago, on a patio in Ishaka, Uganda, with...

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...