Dogs and horses have been my constants.

One girl. One horse. One long, complicated story of love, loss, and learning.

They say you can really only have three of these five things—Work, Sleep, Family, Fitness, Friends. I’ve always used a different list: Health, Career, Family, Friends, and the horses and dogs that kept me sane. Pick three. I never quite managed more than that, no matter how loudly the “have-it-all” generation told me I should.

Sometimes the path forward starts with the quietest pulls and the strangest aches.

Ticks be damned…

Sometimes the words you need arrive at your doorstep unexpectedly.

The early days of motherhood with Lila. I thought I had it all under control… until I didn’t. The adrenaline, the help from friends and family, the first big lesson in choosing ‘nice’ over ‘honest,’ and the moment depression showed up again—right on schedule.

No running in the heat… even when the baby decides it’s time.

On the day Lila was born, I did a short Pilates routine in the basement, threw on my maternity jeans, and headed out with GoGo and Walter to do morning chores for the horses...

I first saw food logs as a child.