What's in a fairytale? Shadows and light, good and true, vile and ugly, frightening and comforting, heroes and heroines who know that belief in their own magic spurs them on. It is their own faith and courage as they reach for an unwritten Destiny that grants their deepest hopes and makes dreams, as if by magic, come true.

My horse knows that when I’m grown,we’ll ride the prairies all alone,drivin’ cattle ’cross dusty plains,in the saddle, sun and rain.I’ll never need the finest clothesnor put my hair in pretty bows,with cowgirl boots and cowgirl hat,nothin’ fancy’s where it’s at.From "Cowgirl Dreams,

Trotting togetherwe know our way,through bright sun of morningour cares, cast away;our ponies fly over fields and streams,working together,weaving our dreams.From " Ponies," Celebrate the Seasons

Whose ideas breathe through me? Am I a thief? Do I dream my own dreams?

Dreams, kindled in the fire of imagination,ignite in the brilliance of our minds,and are wrought in the work of our hands" -