Breadcrumb Moments

1971 Fairfax, VA, 7 years oldI didn’t know why ponies were angry. I just knew that they were. I loved them anyway. And they dumped me off almost every week. Jumping was a fancy way of saying ‘falling off’. Until Chipper. He wanted to jump. The gray Connemara pony surged towards the tiny vertical, forgetting […]

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