Brief Bio

Greetings Readers! Welcome to the first installment of my newest adventures as a blog!

I will begin with a brief history as new readers are now joining in on these periodic updates.

I was born and raised in the beautiful, green, and fertile  state of Oregon.  Situated in a cozy house with my father, mother, two sisters and a few cats, my childhood was uneventful in a good way. I attended a classical, christian private school from 2nd grade through my high school graduation. The class sizes were intimate and we grew very close. When the day came that we donned the navy robes and the rather ugly square hats, it was a sad parting as we all headed our separate ways to various corners of the country for higher education. I, however, remained behind in Oregon and immediately struck out to find a full-time job to support my horse. I was blessed with my first horse, Gunner, when I was 14 and heading into high school.

Gunner

Gunner

He was my escape from school and school work every night after dismissal from class, and a dream come true for a horse-crazed girl like me. He was a black and white Tennessee Walking Horse that floated into my life and my life has been centered around horses ever since. A few years later another wonderful horse, Cody, entered into our family and provided a mount for my older sister, Danae, so we could ride together. Being only 14 months apart, my sister and I are as close as can be, and this gave us another opportunity to do everything together.

Danae and I

Danae and I

Danae and Cody

Danae and Cody

Fall 2010 Danae went off to Idaho for college, one of the hardest partings I have faced, and half a year later the rest of us were selling the house, packing all our belongings, throwing the horses in a trailer, cats in crates, bird in the cage, hamster in a tank, fish in a beer glass, and we hit the road for Wisconsin.

The bird, Oliver

The bird, Oliver

At this point my oldest sister, Selisha, was married with kids and living in a nearby city. Moving away from her and my nieces and nephews was among one of the many challenges of uprooting from the only house I’ve ever known. At age 20 I was embarking on a new adventure. We pulled into the picturesque acreage of family property situated along the banks of the Menominee River delineating the border between Wisconsin and the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. We were now living in a house adjacent that of my father’s parents overlooking six quaint, yellow cottages vibrant with many memories of returning summer tenants over the years.

Colorful Sunset

Colorful Sunset

Autumn view from Wisconsin house

Autumn view from Wisconsin house

Resort in Winter

Resort in Winter

Life at Larsen’s Bay Resort was wonderful with family so close and the horses just right outside providing some occasional entertainment from the kitchen window. I obtained another full-time job, we found a great church, my mother and I joining the choir, and I continued to ride my horses and a few others that crossed my path. During this time, I acquired a third horse, a young Morgan/QH cross, Pepper, who was to become my Dressage mount and training project.

Pepper

Pepper

Two years progressed and I came to the realization that if I wanted to do horse training professionally I needed to become an apprentice and immerse myself in the industry. I did some research, sent emails out all over the country, and a few days before my birthday in 2013 I loaded up the horses again, and pulled away for the tiny town of Snow Camp, NC and the beautiful farm situated there by the name of Braeburn Farm. Having struck out on my own, I was scared and excited to head into this new adventure that would be all my own. Long story short, I loved it there. I learned a lot, working for my education, and getting just the right beginning to the start of my career in Dressage. One short year later, as my job came to a close in North Carolina, the search began again and now I find myself in historic New England, in Exeter, NH, with a whole new batch of obstacles and adventures awaiting me.

Ok, I’m ready.

Bring it on.

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