In the spring of 2002, after 14 years, & a long search, I was reunited with my childhood horse Spicer. At the time my husband Brantner & I were living in a tiny 1 bedroom apartment in Somerville, Massachusetts with 2 dogs & 2 cats.
When Spicer came back to us she was not in great shape. Overweight & arthritic, she was cranky, badly behaved, & despondent. After a brief stay at an overcrowded stable south of Boston, Spicer's mood had not improved. I knew that what she needed was large pastures and friendly horses, and so we moved her 2 hours west, to Mt. Toby Stables in Leverett, where she was born, and where many of her relatives still lived.
Another 3 months went by & we realized Spicer had the right idea. We quit our jobs and moved west to be with our horse.
When I was reunited with Spicer I experienced the inexplicable feeling that anything can be accomplished, and from that conviction Red Horse Press was born.
We were lucky enough to have spent the last seven years of Spicer's life with her, most of which she lived in a large paddock next to our house with her half sister Jackie and her adopted sister Calliope. Spicer died on May 1 of this year, 29 days before her 31st birthday. She was the love of my life, and will always be the spirit behind Red Horse Press.
