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COTH Staff Blog - Molly Sorge

April 22, 2014

Hugs, Espresso And Emotion: Our Favorite World Cup Memories

When we're on assignment at a big competition for the Chronicle, it's our job to catch the winner at the best moment of action—in a perfect extended trot, or at the apex of a jump. And as much as we get a nice frisson of victory when we do capture those moments, it's frequently the less conventional photos that are our favorites—ones that might not be of the winners or appear in the magazine.

April 7, 2014

We Do Need To Ask Why, But In The Right Way

I always have to steel myself to monitor the comments on certain posts on the Chronicle’s Facebook page. And with the sad, sad news of two horse deaths at The Fork Horse Trials this past weekend, our news feed took on a decidedly gloomy tone.

November 14, 2013

No Easy Choices

It felt, I imagine, much the same as it would feel to discover the long-standing infidelity of a spouse. That undeniable piece of a puzzle that locks into place, putting all the random, seemingly insignificant yet niggling pieces into a sickening context that suddenly makes sense.

I’d always considered my horse, Elf, “quirky” or “spooky.” Now I knew why.

September 19, 2013

How Much Do You Have To Pay To Play?

I’m sure I’m not the only one whose eyebrows rose a bit when they read the news about Jan Tops acting as agent for the 11 million Euros purchase of Palloubet d’Halong, a 10-year-old gelding.

According to an online currency conversion tool, that makes the price tag in the neighborhood of $15 million ($14.8 million, in fact, but what’s a $100,000 or two when we’re in this stratosphere of penny-counting, right?). The mind boggles, reels, and does all kind of acrobatic feats.

February 21, 2013

Some Phone Calls Are Holy

The electronic jingle of my ringtone sounded. As I glanced down at the phone, I saw a number with the 561 area code of Wellington, Fla., flashing.

My heart stopped for just a second, and the sweat glands in my hands started working overtime. I knew the number. It was one I have memorized but refuse to program into my phone. I don’t ever want to accidentally dial it. Ever. It was George Morris’ phone number.

I frantically put my turn signal on and started looking for a safe place to pull off the road and take the call.

December 20, 2012

Sometimes, The Right Horse Just Finds You

To be honest, if I were horse shopping right now, I wouldn’t give my own current horse a second look. I spent many years bringing along young horses and off-the-track Thoroughbreds and selling them on. For the horse that ended up staying with me, being “mine,” I always had visions of a leggy, flashy, freakishly talented yet remarkably kind and quiet steed. You know the one—that imaginary horse that is the standard in our heads when we look at any other creature. Oh, and he’d definitely be a striking dapple gray.

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