In April of 2012, I made a small, spontaneous choice that would change the course of my life. It was a beautiful spring day in Montana, the sun was warm, the horses were shedding winter coats, and I was out in the pasture brushing them. Stormy stood by a large boulder, head low, grazing. I…
Horsemanship Evolved
The Spring That Changed Everything
I’m not a trainer. I’m not a clinician. I’m not anyone you’d know from a magazine or clinic poster. I’m just a woman with a horse named Stormy—and a heart that’s been shaped by hoofbeats, heartbreak, and a handful of small miracles. Stormy has never been easy. He’s clever, stubborn, and often downright difficult. At…