Articles written by Criag Rullman

Criag Rullman|Updated Apr 20, 2016

Two weeks ago my mother called and dropped a bomb on our house. She asked if I was sitting down. I wasn't, but I did, quickly, because that's what sons do when their mothers start a conversation that way. And if you are a mother reading this, please don't do that. She was rolling her bed, she said, selling her saddle, and wanted to know if I would take her last good horse. That's heady stuff from a woman who has been horseback from birth, a natural born daughter of the desert... Full story