Wrangler Dani

I have an irrational fear. I’m so afraid that I will have spent a great portion of my life and passions on something that I’m not good at and never

In five days, I’ll travel north for the Big Scary Test and Etc. for my horsey and kidlet job. (Yes, my official title is Horsey and Kidlet Girl. FYI.) I’m

So, I wrote a little essay for a little magazine contest. I’ve never done this before, so I was, of course, neurotically nervous. I slaved over it, perfected it, cried

I pulled up in my dusty truck, tired and stiff from five hours in the car on top of a long week of ranch-work.  I was barely in the gate

A few things have happened lately to make me feel crazy in this whole writing/horses/following my bliss career move I’ve settled on.  I don’t feel like a good writer, a

Part 1 and Part 2 are around here somewhere… A couple of weeks later, we had another horse camp.  April was allowed to return on a strict “first-strike-you’re-out” policy, as

Part 1 is HERE. One night, around midnight, campers were tucked in their bunks and the whole ranch was peaceful, taking time to itself after a long day.  The only

I’ve been wanting to tell this story for a long time now, and I realized the other day that this was really my first intro to Therapeutic Riding, though I