I grew up in Rutherford, N.J., right outside of New York City, and yet my greatest passion was a love for horses.  I drew them, read about them and dreamed of owning one someday.  As I got older my dream got pushed to the back of my mind because I realized having a horse in Rutherford would never happen.  We did eventually move to the western side of N.J. but with a job and two young girls the horses still remained a distant dream.  In 1992 my husband got transferred to Tennessee.  My daughters  became interested in horses and started to ride and take lessons.  I was 40 by this time. Luckily the lady who owned the barn where my daughters rode did not believe you are ever too old to start riding. I decided to take a lesson.  I fell in love all over again. I am 55 now and over the last 15 years I have done things on horses I never even dreamed of as a kid.  I learned to jump, showed a little, rode in the open country and even ended up teaching others to ride for about 5 years.  I ride with the greatest bunch of women in their 40’s, 50’s and 60’s and have a beautiful horse named Buddy.  We all intend to ride until we drop.  There were so many things I wanted to do that just seemed to fall to the side as I grew older. Riding gave me a new outlook.  I feel like I have started all over again and will never be too old to try something new.  I think I will take piano lesson next!

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