about me

I wasn’t lucky enough to have been born on a ranch, or to a farm family, or an equine family – much less to a wealthy family. I grew up on the far outskirts of the Chicago suburbs. My dad worked long hours in a machine shop, and my mom was a stay-at-home, active-in-the-school-system mom. We had an acre in a subdivision that used to be a cornfield, surrounded by more cornfields, various farms, and other rural homes. It was a great place to grow up. My brother and I climbed the big oak tree in the yard, rode our bikes down country roads, and pretended the crop duster plane was the Red Baron, and tried shooting him down with our B.B. gun. But there wasn’t room in the yard or the budget for a horse. Not even a very small pony – and believe me, I tried! The only horses I owned were the ones lining my shelves and posters on my bedroom wall. Every year I picked a new Breyer variety from the toy department of the local hardware store.

Now I live in the suburbs of Phoenix, Arizona in the southwestern United States. My husband and I own, ironically, a one-acre horse property. What wasn’t enough to accommodate a horse in the rural midwest is plenty for a couple of horses in the city. Weird, I know, but I’m thankful for it.

After many years of wishing, hoping, and saving, I was finally able to get my first horse. It would be unfair to say that I fell in love with Chroicoragh the first moment I saw her, because when I first saw her, she was a baby, and I wasn’t looking for a baby…but I just couldn’t get her out of my mind. It was a long, difficult decision, choosing my first horse, and on every visit to meet Jennifer at Desert Jewel Gypsy Horses, I would be looking at a different, grown mare.

And there would be this silly little grey dappled foal, every time, getting in the middle of everything, always nosing in and frolicking around to get attention. She was just so cute!

I did NOT want a baby!

I wanted some big ol’ fat, mature, know-it-all mare who could show me the ropes.

So, yeah, I ended up with the baby. Two, actually! Siofra was my second just-could-not-resist little sweet pea. She was the first foal born to DJWW in the states, and she reminded me of a little Clydesdale.

It’s been a bit of a learning curve, and the lessons come on a daily basis. But we seem to muddle through it all together. You’ve gotta start somewhere, right?

I am so lucky to have found not one, but two horses of my dreams, thanks to a wonderful breeder, who is so diligent at finding and breeding great stock. Jennifer and her team not only care about the welfare of their horses, but about the happiness of their clients, and the compatibility of the horse to new owner. I highly recommend Desert Jewel Gypsy Horses to anyone looking for a Gypsy of their own.

Last but certainly not least, my undying thanks and devotion go to my boys (the monkeys), and my husband, Bob, for always making my dreams come true.

The day I became a horse owner. It felt pretty damn good.
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3 thoughts on “about me”

  1. Hi saw your post may be too late about the dray. Do you know if there are through or how to contact them if they are.what were they asking for it.
    Tjanks

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