God of Wednesday

The Knight is the last piece I place on the imaginary chessboard in Ivory Vikings , my biography of the Lewis chessmen--though it could ha...

When I first met Ayla Green, she was trying to dissolve into the back of a sofa. A beautiful 16-year-old with long blonde hair, she looked...

In late July, with the help of America2Iceland --and you, if you're game--I'm going to recreate my favorite scene from my first ...

Even her friends call her "peculiar."  Her Facebook pages (yes, she maintains several) are littered with selfies taken in the ...

This week I'm leading my second tour for America2Iceland , this one with a theme borrowed from my first book, A Good Horse Has No Colo...

Today marks two years of weekly "God of Wednesday" posts, and to celebrate I'm going to revisit my very first entry--not coi...

This morning, first thing, I went out to feed my horses, as I have done nearly every day for the past 16 years. And as he has done every d...

Kindness is the name of my mare, Gaeska in Icelandic. In my book A Good Horse Has No Color , I wrote about going to Iceland and buying he...

An Icelandic horse “will climb wherever a goat can clamber,” noted Sabine S. Baring-Gould in 1863. Baring-Gould, a Devonshire parson who ...

When I was in Iceland to buy horses in 1997, I fell in love with a dapple gray mare. My host, the breeder Elvar Einarsson, who was taking...