Breadcrumb Moments

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...
Old Abuse

Old Abuse

The ground slammed into my face; grit in my teeth, glasses flying. I wasn’t surprised at the impact. I’m the one who dove off the mare, just before she threw herself down, trying to dislodge me. The earth shook behind me as her body missed mine. Adrenaline still...