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A Style All Its Own

In 1986, during the spring break of my second year of art college, my mother and I drove down to Arroyo Grande, Calif. to visit our friend, Geska, and her daughter, Debbie. They lived with their three Arabian horses on a bluff overlooking the distant Pacific Ocean. As a child, I always loved to visit Geska and Debbie as they were the only people in my parent’s circle of friends who had horses. You ...[Read More]

The Inspiration of Promise

In the miracle of birthHe unfolded from the mareCompact as a wet butterfly emerging from its cocoon.His first instinctive thought – to stand! ~ Kim McElroy Witnessing the Birth of a Foal At 11 pm one night in the Spring of 1988, my friend Saradel called. I had been expecting her call, and now she was breathless on the phone as she said quickly, “If you want to watch, she just laid down. You ...[Read More]