The truth is, I can’t even be around horses without missing my father. A huge gaping hole in my chest burns when I look into the eyes of a horse, when I climb on one’s back to ride like I did today—Sunday November 19^th, the day that my book review came out in the Albuquerque Journal. What a moment to say, “I’ve made it,” or least I am part of the way to being a successful author—in the sense that people read my story and it affects them on a deep soul level...