OYES Feature: Kittanya Azrael

OYES Feature: Kittanya Azrael

My riding journey began at age 10, while I was spending a large amount of time at the Seattle Children’s Hospital to determine what was causing my severe health issues. I was granted a scholarship to attend a summer pony camp where I found myself and discovered the therapeutic benefits of being around horses. Upon returning home, I called every single stable listed in the phone book until I found one that would let me clean stalls in exchange for lessons.

Over the next several years, I was a working student at many barns, studied classical dressage, hunters, jumpers, and eventing, volunteered at a therapeutic riding program, retrained OTTBs, and taught lessons. Horses have been the focus and saving grace in my life as I have fought through physical disability, mental health challenges, abuse, assault, and sex trafficking, homelessness, and recovery.

I live with a combination of balance disorders called Vestibular Migraine and Meniere’s Disease. Both cause severe vertigo, imbalance, nausea, and hearing loss. For a period, I was wheelchair bound and have spent many months bedbound as well. At times, I use walking sticks for balance support. Doctors initially told me I would never ride horses again. When I am at the barn, my horse knows when I am feeling dizzy and patiently lets me lean on her. However, I am largely able to get around on foot except when the episodes strike. In the saddle, I have found that the increasing symptoms over the years have changed my proprioception in such a way that I struggle with some of the things that used to be very easy, like diagonals and seeing distances. I am confident walk/trot/canter and have popped over some very small jumps, but I need to regain confidence and foundational skills.

One major result of these disorders is that I am unable to drive. Because of this, I must pay a premium to have my horse located in the city, where I can bike to her. I also must factor the cost of transportation through rideshare apps in my lesson and showing budget. As a low-income person who comes from an extremely poor family, this has been a significant barrier. I also live with Bipolar 1 disorder, anxiety disorder, and C-PTSD, which has led to several hospitalizations. I’ve worked hard in therapy and have identified the grounding, mindful feedback from horses to be a key element in my overall wellness. When I spend time with my horse, I know I am in a safe place, but I also know that I must take responsibility for my verbal and nonverbal behavior and react intentionally.

I currently live in Olympia, Washington where I work in mental health and substance use recovery services for a nonprofit called Peer Olympia. I am working on my master’s degree in clinical Mental Health Counseling from Walden University and am expected to graduate in May 2023. I hope to obtain PATH Int. and HERD Institute certification to provide equine assisted psychotherapy services post-graduation. I am especially interested in developing peer-focused equine therapy programs as I believe deeply in the value of peer work. I have a beautiful OTTB I retrained prior to my vertigo reaching its peak who I am lucky to be able to keep, though I am struggling to afford anything beyond her basic care and vetting.

As far as my riding career goes, I have an ultimate dream of showing my horse at one of the Cascade Horse Shows hunter shows in 2023. Even if we are only able to do a cross-rail course, it would bring me immeasurable joy. I feel that I need to take some lessons on a simple, schoolmaster type hunter to regain confidence after years of struggling with balance.

OYES Feature: Arthi Sundar

OYES Feature: Arthi Sundar

Being a member of a family of six isn’t always easy. I was the middle child which usually gives the stereotype of being forgotten and is true in some way. My name’s Arthi, but people usually call me by Arista, it’s what they call my Play Game Name. As a kid, I was always labeled as the athletic kid, I was jumping from sport to sport after I perfected it, which would usually be through levels and the maximum accomplishments one could achieve. Those sports were available everywhere, being from martial arts to gymnastics. At 11, I found other sports that would basically have no end, the end is not through a black belt or the highest level of recreation. I found my love for riding horses and fencing.

I started riding horses in Olathe with a high-end trainer, and I thought it would be the best. Throughout those five years with that trainer, I was pushed aside with the rest of the lesson kids that did not own their own horses, and being a person of color usually left me unfavorable in the equestrian world. I was stuck on cross rails for the five years I was there, the assistant trainers that she had were the only thing that kept me in the sport. I went through four assistant trainers and I decided it was time to move. I moved to a barn nearby and she moved me up to the 2’3-2’6 divisions. It’s been a struggle for me since I rarely attend any lessons and being 17, I also try to ride IEA but the travel expenses end up being too much, so I have to bail on some of the trips with my team.

It’s important for me to always give my best, and why I continue on pursuing this in the future. Being a person of color has faced me with many challenges, I’m not as respected as other riders based on the color of my skin and being portrayed as too nice to be in this sport. Being a nice person has caused me to be lighter with the hatred in the equestrian community and realizing that, at 15, I had to learn to stand up for myself.

The worst part of being an equestrian is to attend shows and get stared at by other people, and the judges. Everything where I live is a “go big or go home” especially when it comes to horses, people base you off your tack and the horses you own. For example, if you own a CWD or Voltaire, you’re instantly liked, but the moment it’s any other brand, you are looked down upon. Another thing for me is the fact that “you’ll never be enough”. Riding once a week has left me with less skill, but more work. I work by myself until everything’s perfect. Showing season usually leaves me drained, financially and mentally, starting later compared to others has left me with the hunger to work hard, even if it means I get the minimal training, scores, availability, I work as hard as I can to even get near a tri color ribbon.

It’s what sets me back in my riding goals, the people. My said goals would be to not only move up heights but to be able to work with multiple horses on a daily basis to improve my riding ability, as my trainer had remarked that I’m a “adaptable rider” with most horses. My goals for the future would be to be a pilot, as a kid I’ve had many birds and still own them to this day, and aviation is a big dream for me. I adore watching the Red Bull Air Races and I’ve been blessed to be able to have wonderful people in the aviation field that have helped me in aviation in order to get my solo pilot’s license for single engine planes, through being a working student and learning the engineering of planes to having cheaper flight lessons, since the total cost of getting a license is $12,000. Being a commercial pilot means a lot of hours, approximately 2,000 hours in the air, and being able to cover at least 500 hours is getting me closer and closer to my goal.

OYES Feature: Nathalie Beauchesne

OYES Feature: Nathalie Beauchesne

I’ve always loved horses, I’d do every school project on them and would cut pictures out of magazines and tape them to my wall (yes, I was that kid). When I was 10, I began riding lessons, I started off by riding once a week, this is when I discovered my heart belonged to horses. I started asking my coach if I could come out to muck stalls, feed and clean tack. I did this every chance I got. In return I got to watch my coach teach various lessons and help her start some green horses! This is when I realized I loved the process of training horses to be brave, expressive and relaxed.

I always told myself that when I turned 18, I would buy an OTTB that I could retrain myself. I saved up all my money for over 8 years to achieve this. In September of 2020, I turned 18, had a full-time job and my goal of buying and retraining a horse was in sight. A month later, I was scrolling on facebook and saw an ad for a OTTB. Something about this horse spoke to me and I bought him sight unseen that day. 

On October 3rd 2020, the trailer dropped my horse off and I quickly realized this horse was in need of lots of TLC. He showed up very underweight, with a pretty nasty eye infection and terrible ground manners. I decided to name him Mickey because Disney has always been about following your dreams and my partnership with this horse happened because I followed mine! This 16.1hh bay gelding was a lot of work, for months he hung out in the field acclimatizing to his environment and gaining some weight. I did solely groundwork in his paddock with him for the first 6 months of our partnership as he was absolutely terrified of going into the indoor arena. In true Canadian fashion, I just decided it was easier to hang out with him outside in the -40 degree weather than to try and trek through the deep snow and ice with a terrified horse just to get him into the arena. Now that we’ve gotten some warmer weather, I’ve restarted him under-saddle and he’s coming along very nicely!

Mental health has been a big part of my life, especially when It comes to riding. I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety at a very young age, This has definitely been a big challenge for me to overcome. Bullying in the equine industry is a huge issue, I’ve had to leave barns that I absolutely loved due to the overwhelming amount of negativity and bullying that happened to me which led me to be too anxious to go to the barn for my lessons. Throughout this rough time in my life I always told myself I just had to push through till I was out of school and could jump into a career in the horse industry, this was my motivation and I was beyond excited. 

When I graduated high school, I started to look around for my dream job! I got hired at a local riding school and was thrilled. One major thing I’ve sadly realized about this industry is how much power people feel they have over those trying to find their career path in horses. I’d work day and night, put blood, sweat and tears into what I did and it never seemed to be enough for higher ups. This is not okay and has definitely been far too normalized in our industry.

This excitement of working in the industry quickly left as I realized the environment I was in was very detrimental to my mental health. Instead of letting this experience ruin my happiness, I found myself trying to find ways to make the equine industry a better place for those starting out. 

Being a plus sized woman, shopping for clothing can be very triggering: the sizes at most stores don’t even come close to fitting me. I found this a huge issue when shopping for riding equipment, the boots didn’t fit my large calves, the breeches wouldn’t go past my thighs, and I couldn’t even get half the shirts in the store over my head. 

This got me thinking about the need for an inclusive tack store in my area, a store that welcomes all body types, sexual orientations, gender identities and races. 

My plan is to open a store that truly supports and empowers the equestrian industry. Not only do I want to ensure that the store itself is a welcoming and safe environment, I want to support various small businesses by carrying their products rather than just supporting the large corporations. Another one of my plans is to run sponsorship programs that provide funding and products to help bridge the gap through the sharing of knowledge, opportunities and solidarity (Just like OYES is doing).

I’m currently working at a small locally owned pet store to learn about running a successful pet related business.  My favorite part about working at a pet store is getting to talk to people about their animals, seeing how their faces light up when they describe all the amazing things animals have done for their health really pushes me to work towards my goal of opening my own store.

I’m also taking Equine Business at Guelph University. This has helped me write a full business plan and given me great insight into the business market. I plan on taking various other courses Guelph has to offer such as Equine Science and Equine Welfare, these will definitely build onto my knowledge of the industry and horses as a whole. 

If I was awarded the money I would start off by buying some products that I could sell (like saddle pads, brushing boots, and bell boots) to help me save up for the cost of renting a retail location to open a physical store. I am also budgeting for packaging and shipping labels and the business registration fees in Canada.

OYES Feature: Cam Davis

OYES Feature: Cam Davis

My name is Cam Davis, and I am 24-year-old black, queer non-binary person. I have been interested in horses for as long as I can remember, but when it came time for me to first try horseback riding at my friend’s sixth birthday party, I was too scared. I was so disappointed in myself as I watched the other children ride. The adults asked me if I would like another chance, and the moment I tried again, I was absolutely hooked. Never having my own horse growing up, I rode school horses, training horses, and leased when possible. When I was younger, not having a horse made me feel inferior, but so many different horses made me the well-rounded rider I am today.

Horses have helped me through so many challenges. When I was twelve, I was bullied to the point that I considered ending my life to free myself from the unceasing torment. I didn’t trust anyone to tell the severity of my situation, so I turned to horses. As my only escape, horses genuinely saved my life, and I knew that I wanted a career in assisting others through horses. From volunteering at Days End Farm Horse Rescue (DEFHR) and working with three untouched Mustangs, I’ve learned that horses and humans going through hard times have a lot in common. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and OCD after five years of struggling through debilitating symptoms. I can empathize with how it feels to be mistreated due to being misunderstood, which helps me connect with difficult horses. Now, I am entering my second year of a Master’s degree in Mental Health Counseling at Johns Hopkins University. My education has been a long, arduous journey, but I’ve persisted in the hopes of becoming the kind of mentor I wish I had growing up.

I was so fortunate that my parents supported my involvement with horses through high school, but when I started college, they believed that I should focus on my academics and were no longer willing to contribute resources to horses. After meticulous research and budget planning, I asked if they would help me pay for what I believed would be the experience of a lifetime: competing in the Extreme Mustang Makeover. In this event, trainers have only around one hundred days to prepare a completely untouched Mustang for an in-hand and ridden show. Since the training would take place over the summer and not conflict with school, my parents agreed.

Unfortunately, my very first Mustang was one that a trainer recommended I put down for being too dangerous. Despite our rocky start and inability to compete, Kovu and I gained each other’s trust to form a remarkable bond. Three years later, I decided to give the Mustang Makeover a second chance without my parent’s support. With three years of Mustang experience, I thought that I would at least improve from the previous time, but it was even more of a nightmare. My new Mustang barely let me touch her. I got the help of two professionals, but nothing worked. I ended up rehoming her to a more experienced trainer and made the heartbreaking decision to send Kovu with her since the two horses had become very close over the course of the summer. I’ll never forget my father’s words when I told him what happened: “Have you learned your lesson?” It was one of the most painful things I had ever heard, and I was also left confused: What lesson? The dangers of not listening to them? The naïveté of trying to follow my dreams?

Regardless, they encouraged me to “find out who I was without horses.” As much as I tried to find myself, I only came to one conclusion: I was a shell of a person without horses. My bipolar depression hit me harder than ever before, and once again, I was thinking of ending my life to escape from the vast emptiness. Finally, I found hope in the form the counseling Master’s program at Johns Hopkins University. The faculty page was full of people of color, and the program emphasized diversity and social justice at every turn. My buried dreams of helping people and horses heal each other came trickling back, and what better environment to learn in than one taught by people who looked like me?

Since then, I became a full-time student and part-time teaching assistant, horse trainer, riding instructor, and freelance illustrator. My teaching assistantship ended in June, and in the fall, I will begin a graduate research assistantship at Hopkins. Feeling a sense of security for the first time in years, I got another dangerous thought at the beginning of this year when the Extreme Mustang Makeover announced they would be holding an event in Logan Township, New Jersey—under three hours from where I live: Was it time to try Mustangs again? I tried blocking the thought as much as I could until I saw an online post from my good friend, Mustang trainer, and international clinician Hannah Catalino. She was holding a summer student program on her Montana farm. I got a wild idea: What if I began training my Mustang under Hannah’s guidance then finished the training on my own? It would be a logistical nightmare. Whitehall, Montana is over 2,000 miles away from where I live and work with horses. Despite the uncertainty, I knew that my past failure with Mustangs would haunt me until I succeeded in my goal, so I took the week-long trip out west.

Under Hannah’s guidance, the Mustang I named Zen has become every bit of the miracle I could have hoped for. Zen and I took on the unique challenge of starting our gentling process at liberty, and I am so grateful that I dared to pursue my dreams one more time. I would not trade this experience for the world, but it does come at a hefty price. It cost $2,494.52 to get Zen and myself to Montana, and the journey east starting August 4th for the remainder of his training and the competition in October will cost me $1,700. While that is nearly triple the scholarship amount, $600 toward transport costs would go a long way in giving me more financial leeway to give Zen critical off-site exposure before the event and help cover the transport costs to the event itself. Training Zen has been so much more than a competition for me. It took a lot of perseverance to push past the fear of failure and disapproval from my parents to enter another Makeover. I am also proud to represent as one of the only—if not the only—black and queer people at the event given the largely white percentage of Mustang enthusiasts. Zen has made me a better person and motivated me to use Mustangs and rescue horses in equine-assisted therapy once I complete my Master’s degree. I am so grateful for the opportunity to apply to this scholarship and am humbled by the work that the Optimum Youth Equestrian Scholarship does to empower and inspire young, marginalized horse people to succeed.

Just a Ride in the Outdoor: White Breeches Edition

Just a Ride in the Outdoor: White Breeches Edition


It happened the way many horse show entries do: on a whim. I was three states away immersed in my Masterson Method Advanced class and didn’t think much about our home show except for the fact that I would be missing it. Then came that midweek text inquiring about my missing entry… my subconscious took hold of my phone and said sure, I could be there if they needed entries and that was that.


Instead of a leisurely drive home from a friend’s house in Cincinnati on Saturday morning, I white knuckled my way home from Indianapolis that Friday night, fueled by a healthy dinner of iced coffee and pistachios and chatting on the phone to stay awake. When I finally collapsed into bed at midnight-thirty, I could barely sleep for the horse show excitement buzzing in my brain.


In true horse girl fashion, my anxiety woke up an hour before the alarm said to. It wasn’t about the ride though: it was about the white breeches. In the three years that they had been hanging in the closet untouched, a lot had happened. I’d spent over two years not riding and slowly losing fitness. I stress ate my way through a global pandemic. The gyms closed, the marathons were cancelled, I sustained an Achilles injury to my good leg, and my physical health (and mental health) took a hit. F*ck it, I told my brain. If the white breeches don’t fit, I’ll wear the pink ones. It’s only a schooling show, after all. When the moment of truth came, the breeches zipped and my heart did a little somersault. For something that seems so silly, it was a huge moment. The last time I zippered those white breeches, I rode Beau down centerline for what would be the last time, though I didn’t know it then. The last time I wore the white breeches, I had no idea of the changes and challenges that would have to be endured to get to a place where I would wear them again. Between these two shows were three years marked with tears, with triumphs, with outlandish dreams and huge risks all in pursuit of a chance to do this once again. 


While I grumbled at the heat and humidity as I pulled on my black coat, I secretly knew I wanted to wear it again–the Bronze Medal pin proudly pinned to its lapels as a nod to the horse who carried me so far. I swung myself into his saddle, took up his reins into my hands, and felt so much gratitude for my dear Charlie Brown though it was his tiny successor now sporting his hand me downs. 


Even though the last chapters of his career were not written the way I would’ve penned them, I felt ever grateful to be on this path once again–living the tumultuous journey of developing a dressage horse. Nothing with horses is a given, a sure thing, or the least bit linear. But for the Type A dressage riders, that’s a hard concept to come to grips with. So after a soft and steady warm up with Lucy on her best behavior, we headed to the outdoor just to “ride around except in show clothes.” And that’s exactly what we did. Not quite educated enough to execute an accurate test yet, Lucy and I contested a Materiale class alongside another super youngster at Uphill. Both four-year-olds were calm and composed and everybody even picked up the left lead! It was exactly as boring as you want it to be with young horses, but I left the ring completely elated. 


Sure, it was just another ride in the outdoor (though to be fair, we only have about 6 of those under our belts) but this one represented a lot more. Because this ride involved white breeches, and white breeches mean you have a sound horse to ride. It means you have a sane partner who won’t lose their marbles if you ride in front of a dozen people. For me, white breeches mean not only do I have a sound, sane horse, but that I’m back on the wild and curvy road that I’ve been trying to get back to for three long years. 


It’s been three years since I last rode into a show ring, two years since I met my latest adventure, and just one year since I first swung a leg over her back. This story is for everyone who thinks their dreams have been derailed forever, are unattainable, or just plain silly. If it sets your soul on fire, if it lights a spark and a passion inside your soul, it is not silly, it is not unattainable, and no matter how long it takes, those dreams are worth chasing.

 
Here’s to more white breeches and more dressage dreams coming true!

All photos courtesy Kate Rebecca Photography

 


OYES Feature: Carismeldi Estevez

OYES Feature: Carismeldi Estevez

My name is Carismeldi Maria Estevez Garcia. I was born and raised in Santiago, Dominican Republic. My passion for horses started when I was around 4 – 5 years old, I remember that day as it was yesterday. My dad grew up in the countryside, at a place called Manacla. He grew up with donkeys and mules because his family grew up by doing the coffee business. My dad had around 12 mules and donkeys all combined. It was during the beginning of the year of 2008 that my family and I went to visit my dad’s family. My dad put me on top of his favorite mule, his name was “Mulito Prieto”) I was so happy, I just loved it afterwards.

Every time I used to go visit my dad’s family in the countryside, I always used to ask if I could ride, it was to the point that they were getting annoyed by me, but oh well. By that time, I did not take riding seriously because in the Dominican Republic, the equestrian sport is not very known, so there weren’t stables where I lived. On December 21st, 2014 my parents decided to move to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in search of new opportunities for themselves, and for my older brother, my younger sister, and I. The first 3 years, I spent it by just staying home, doing homework, and taking care of my younger sister. In the summer of 2017, I realized how much I miss horseback riding; therefore, I started looking for summer camps near where I currently live. I found a facility that is based on polo, and that they also do lessons, and summer camp. I went for a week and I honestly did like being back on the saddle, and being around horses, it made me so happy. However, I did not know anything about riding horses, I never trotted or cantered, I was a complete beginner. I came back for 2018, but this time I volunteered. I was also paying for lessons at the same facility only for summer time. I wish I could do it more often, but I did not have enough time because of school.

I stayed there until 2019 and I left because of the drama, and how rude the owner is. I was there for 3 years, and I helped around at the barn. Cleaning stalls, feeding horses, turning in and out the horses, basically all barn chores, but the owner never let me ride a horse not even if it was for a free lesson, I had to pay for the lesson. I never bothered, I just loved so much being around horses, that as long as I could spend time with them, I did not care at all. I went to volunteer on Saturday morning at another facility. At that facility, I got free lessons as a reward for my work. I stayed there for around 3-4 months, but I couldn’t keep going because it got so complicated for my mom to drive me because of her job. I have realized that being around horses makes me so happy that I have decided I want to pursue a career in the horse industry. I am currently a junior at High School, and my main goal is to attend Delaware Valley University, located at Doylestown, for the class of 2026. I want to major in Equine Management, and minor in Equine Science with a focus on pre-vet. After I graduate college, I want to keep going with my education and become an equine veterinarian and own a stable of my own because that is my biggest dream.

My riding goals would be to keep taking lessons and get better with my riding skills when it comes to jumping. I prefer to be outside, so if I ever get the opportunity to show, it would be in eventing. Because my parents own a mini market, they do not have time to drive me to take lessons. I have been trying to find other facilities near me, but they are either too far, or confusing to get at and because I have to take an Uber, it gets complicated for me. I have a friend that she has been riding her whole life, she owns a horse and is also an instructor for lessons. After my past instructor moved out of state, I recently started going to Windswept Acres, located at Boyertown, Pennsylvania, which is where my friend is working at and giving me lessons. It is an hour away from where I live (which is Philadelphia, Pennsylvania), but is it worth it because I am with someone I know at a place that it is easy for an Uber to get to, and the price for the lesson is affordable to me. For an Uber, I pay as much as $100 – $130 just for me to get to the barn depending on how busy Uber drivers are, and for lessons I pay $45 for an hour private lesson. My friend/instructor drives me back home, which I’m very grateful for. I am trying to save up for college, so the price for the lessons are affordable to me, but the price of the Uber it’s just taking away what I mostly make at my job at my parent’s mini-market as a cashier. I had to reduce the amount of lessons I take from once a week, to twice a month. It has become a challenge, but all I want is to be around horses, love and care for them.

My goals are for the long run, this is what I want. I am planning to move to Ocala, Florida as soon as I am done with veterinary school. For the veterinarian school, I either want to attend the University of Pennsylvania School of Veterinary, or Cornell University College of Veterinary Medicine. I am mostly nervous about Veterinary school, but hopefully I will get scholarships that will help me pay it off. I really don’t want to come out of my education owing money, that is why I’m planning to look for jobs and internships that will help me out to pay for my education, and at the same time, learning more about the horse industry, and the world of an equine veterinarian. I will work as hard as I can to make a difference in the horse industry, and to make my goals and dreams come true.

OYES Feature: Micah Green

OYES Feature: Micah Green

Micah is an equestrian from Florida who has been riding horses his entire life. As a child, his parents allowed him to take birthday pony rides and for one birthday they even rented two ponies for rides in their backyard. Eventually this evolved into regular riding lessons, first Western then English because Micah wanted to learn how to jump. His show career began in 2015 in a crossrails division where he was pinned grand champion.
 
“It gave me a tremendous boost. I knew I was capable of excelling in that field.”
 
Micah is considering a move to Texas to continue his education in the equine field after graduating from University of Florida in 2022. He is currently working on a bachelor’s degree in Animal Science with an Equine focus. He knows that whatever the future holds, he wants to make a career in the equine industry.
 
“As an African American male, this sport isn’t something that’s necessarily in my field. My friends didn’t exactly bully me, but they would tease me for riding “My Little Ponies” and would call me ‘the horse boy.’ This sport is something that is seen as feminine and people would always say to me, ‘you should be playing basketball,’ or ‘you should be playing football.’”
 
Micah persevered in following his passion and is currently able to continue riding as part of his college equestrian team. He dreams of making a move up to jumping and competing at a higher level at the top horse shows and making an unforgettable appearance in the rings at HITS or WEC.
 
“I won’t win every horse show, I know that. But being an African American male in a predominantly female and predominantly white sport, I am leaving an impact in every arena I ride in.”

OYES Feature: Abbey Lynn

OYES Feature: Abbey Lynn

My name is Abbey! I am 21 years old, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I am a part of the LGBTQIA+ community, and I am an activist for black lives, the lgbt+ community, human rights and equality. In the rodeo world, it is TOUGH for BIPOC/LGBT+ people to get into. I am hoping to make positive changes in the barrel racing/rodeo world and make people feel more welcome. I would love to use my platform to speak up for others and be someone others can look up to in the barrel racing world.

I own a 10-year-old 14.1hh paint mare named Cookie! I got my horse for free; halter broke in 2015 since that’s all I could afford. We competitively barrel race locally as of right now; hoping to race bigger and more in the future. I got involved in riding through 4H (Allegheny County). My best friend I met in a store at the mall and we started talking about horses. I was 9 at the time and she was 17 or 18. She introduced me to 4H and lessons. I grew up leasing her horse and showing him in 4H. My current riding goals are to make it into the rodeo circuit through WPRA and long-term goal would for sure be the NFR.

I would LOVE to make it to the NFR. I am so far getting a good bit of barrel race time; I am having friends haul me to them to get my horse finished as she’s still in the training process. We are currently hitting 3D/4D times, but I know we can make it to the top if given the right resources and if I continue working my butt off. I am currently working every day, 7 days a week, day and night to make this possible. I am actually applying to a second and maybe third job as I’m typing this to hopefully help fund my dreams.

I have definitely faced a good bit of challenges, and still am… financially, I grew up poor. I am still poor honestly. I use every penny I can on my horse and training. Barrel racing is the only thing that keeps me going. Another struggle I have been dealing with is homophobia from my family. My dad told me these past couple months he was ‘tired of gay people’ and that I’m ‘not allowed to be openly gay’ in our household. I struggle with my mental health because of this, and I have since been getting help with everything thanks to a wonderful therapist.

I will say it also causes a lot of anxiety showing up to races with my BLM/LGBT tack set, but I do it to make others comfortable and to show we are in the barrel racing world and proud of it. I would love to be an LGBT+ barrel racer at the top and become an inspiration to others. It also is an amazing feeling having others say you inspire them to be out and loud, fight for what they believe in, and them quietly coming up to you at races and just thanking you. It makes me so unbelievably happy.

OYES Feature: Ranée James

OYES Feature: Ranée James

Take a seat, grab a cup of tea, and let me tell you the incredible story of my life. My name is Ranée Tamia James, I am 22 as of and I am based in London in the U.K.

My riding story begins in 2008. I was in Antigua for my grandparents’ wedding vow renewal. The hot Caribbean sun was shining, the air was magical. I was 9 and decided to join my cousins at a summer camp. About a week into the camp, a local man brought his horse for the campers to have a ride on. I had a 2 minute lead round in a circle, then after a lot of begging and pleading, I got another ride. I was addicted to horses already, announcing their presence every time I would drive past them, but for me, this moment, the first time I ever sat on a horse, was the moment that made me who I am today.

It wasn’t until I was 14 that I rode again. I had asked my dad for lessons numerous times in between, however, with lessons as expensive as they are in the U.K., and being the oldest of 4, this was not affordable for us at the time. When I was 14, my uncle booked myself and my sisters a riding lesson, my first ever lesson, on July 13th 2013. This one-hour lesson re-sparked my fire, and drove me to further pursue riding. After many months of nagging, and begging, my parents finally allowed me to volunteer at a stable about an hour away from my house.

For around 2 years, I spent all my free time volunteering at the stables, weekends, school holidays, and occasionally after school. My duties there would be to groom, muck out, tack up and lead riders on the horses and ponies through the woods. It was a busy yard, so I wouldn’t get to ride as often as I wanted to, and prior to volunteering here I had only had one lesson before. Despite this, opportunities that I got to ride were very valuable to me. Lessons were not offered at this stable, so I would ride a horse or pony in the woods accompanied by another volunteer. I learned the basics of riding through a combination of watching others ride, and copying what I had seen in YouTube videos. It may have not been the best start riding, as I did pick up a few bad habits, and well, old habits die hard, but learning this way really pushed me to want to learn more and want to be great. Over the years, I worked at many different stables, in exchange for my lessons, I found this to be the most affordable way for me to develop.

At 16, I had my first lease horse. The name I gave her at the time was Majesty, but this was later changed. Things were complicated with her from the offset. She was meant to have arrived in June, however, there were so many complications, which meant she didn’t arrive until September. The day I got the phone call she was arriving, was unfortunately, the day my grandad passed away. She was a 13-year-old thoroughbred horse that was bred to race but never raced, she had a rough life prior to coming, and wasn’t trained at all. Even with everything I was facing at the time, I still made my best efforts to care for her. I had asked for her to be stabled at the bottom of the road from my sixth form so I could see to her. I was in sixth form five days a week, from early in the morning, and had to be dressed in business attire as part of the sixth form dress code. This meant that every day I was going to the stables in the mornings and afternoon in a skirt or dress or some kind of business attire. I tried my best to care for her, but I was looked down upon by other people at the stable. There was an incident, where a woman who disliked me and was very clearly racist, told the owner that I was constantly coming to the stables “inappropriately dressed” and that I had attempted to ride Majesty, which we had agreed not to, as she was not ready. This was a lie. I had taken her tack out to get her used to it, in order to train her to ride. But it was this woman’s word against mine, and the owner decided to not loan her to me anymore. This was heartbreaking for me, as I loved this horse very much. I would still visit her at times, however, when I returned from Antigua from my granddad’s funeral, I went to visit her, only to find out that she had moved her while I was away. I haven’t seen her since. I had other loan horses since, but she was my first, and special to me.

Between the ages of 16 and 18, I spent my time hustling for riding time, with my ambitions of one day riding in the Olympics always in my mind. At 18 I took a scholarship opportunity and moved to my country of origin, Antigua. Here I began to have weekly lessons. It seemed I overestimated my riding abilities at first, thinking I was much better than I was, and all my bad habits came to light. However, with a lot of patience, and hard work, from myself and my coach, my riding developed leaps and bounds, and I am now a more confident and developed rider. Being in Antigua opened up the opportunity for me to compete well as getting to ride a variety of horses. Not only did I get the opportunity to ride, but also the opportunity to work with rescue horses and nurture and help to train them. Since I was little, it has always been my dream to compete Internationally representing Antigua, and my time in Antigua has allowed me to build the foundations to do so.

During my time I have faced a lot of racism. On many occasions I was called derogatory terms, had tack stolen or tampered with and put on dangerous horses for other people’s amusement. One of the worst things I have ever had said to was to be called “Crook,” a reference to the book ‘Of Mice and Men’. Over the years I have suffered with depression and anxiety and have managed to overcome these, using horses as a therapy. Many times I nearly thought I couldn’t make it, and the love and energy I got from horses saved me.

Since leaving Antigua I have been working with The Urban Equestrian Academy, with them I have been working with them to teach theory sessions to the kids and hopefully open up an Urban Equestrian Academy in London.

The next step for me is to now pursue my Olympic goal in full force. I have set my sights set on the 2024 Olympics in Paris, and without a doubt, I will be there, by force or fire!

Checking In from Babyhorseland

Checking In from Babyhorseland

I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: babyhorseland is a wild place. It’s like being on a roller coaster where you definitely might die, if not from bodily injury then definitely from a heart attack. Or an aneurysm….

Roller coaster going up… first pony ride


It’s like being on a roller coaster that in one moment is the best, most thrilling thing imaginable but in another moment you’re like wtf am I doing on this thing? And why did I walk through a valley of hot coals to get in line for this? And, why am I truly doing this voluntarily?!


The highs have been very, very high. Since our last Lucy Lu update I have backed and started this special little filly under saddle and let me tell you: she is F-U-N. And she is smart. From our last update in July where she conquered her fear of baths, she has come a long, long way. I went from being carried around like a sack of potatoes to bravely swinging a leg over and going for a pony ride in the indoor to cantering around on the lunge line and even going walk-trot off the lunge by Halloween. 

First canter under saddle. Striving for progress, not perfection.


I was on Cloud 9! This roller coaster was the best adventure that I’d ever been been brave enough to ride! Then suddenly a bolt flies off and you think, ‘well, I might die now.’  She definitely knocked a screw loose somewhere along the way and some of things I have seen are hard to unsee… there were days on the lunge line when I would watch her antics and think, ‘am I really going to get on that thing again?’ And these days eventually culminated into a harrowing and expensive journey trying to find a physical cause for going off the rails. Surely we can tighten that bolt and get back on track. 


After many, many weeks and many vet visits and many sleepless nights we had treated her for everything she might have and ruled out everything else. (Here is where the aneurysm comes in… I had definitely convinced myself she was suffering some pretty terrible and incurable ailments). The emotional roller coaster was at its lowest low and I was not sure if I wanted to go around again. But gosh were those fun times fun and I hadn’t actually died yet and the vet’s orders were to ride the damn horse so… why not.


In the dregs of winter, mid-pandemic, and approaching the holidays, a good groundsperson was hard to find. So I found myself doing what every desperate horse girl does when she is in dire need of a groundsperson: make your husband do it. This sparked an entirely new and exciting route for the baby horse roller coaster: gently riding around the indoor while Beau finds his second career as a husband horse. 

New adventures for both of the pony kids


And as only the allure of babyhorseland can do, I was sucked right back in again. Each week, I got a bit bolder and a bit braver and she got a bit steadier and a bit braver herself. And Beau.. well it goes without saying that he was THRILLED to have conned a new person into his I-will-not-be-caught-for-less-than-three-treats routine and his new job description included sporting a western saddle and not even needing to walk into corners. 


All this to say, babyhorseland is a wild, wild place where you never know where you might end up once you cross its threshold. It’s not all sunshine and rainbows and it’s not for the faint of heart, but if you need me, that’s where I live now…
#greetingsfrombabyhorseland