Barrel Racing

Jackpot Reflection

Good-bye wintertime blues! My cabin fever broke last week when I attended a jackpot for the first time since Fall. It has been a long winter, complete with cold weather and uncertainties, and I'm so glad to be back in the saddle again! This was JB's first jackpot running to the right. I switched things… Continue reading Jackpot Reflection

Barrel Racing


I don't try to collect bruises. It seems like bruises find me, scattering themselves across my skin like a macabre garden of flowers, shades of purple and yellow highlighting petals and leaves. These bruises tell stories: a single rose on my shin, after a downed barrel in slack, a bouquet of lillies on my thigh… Continue reading Bruises