“She is fierce,” they say. “So is her daughter.” A lineage of strong women.

My daughter rides Arabian horses. She’s been riding since she was 2 years old. She’s always been fearless… “like her mother”, they say. “She’s so tiny,” they say, “on such a large animal.” My daughter is a petite Spaniard, with the determination of her Russian Baba, who immigrated on a boat to Canada, pregnant with … Continue reading →