In the fall of 2024, I moderated two Tampa Bay Times “Spotlight Tampa Bay” community event series, in which I led panel discussions about important topics affecting local residents.
In September, the Tampa Bay Times partnered with the AARP to host a series about family caregiving. In Florida, 2.7 million families grapple with the cost related to caring for aging parents and adults or children with disabilities.
In December, the Tampa Bay Times partnered with TECO Energy to host a panel discussion about hurricane hardening. Florida and Tampa Bay endured a historic hurricane season in 2024, weathering landfalls from a trio of storms — Debby, Helene and Milton. The storms brought record-breaking storm surge, heavy rainfall and powerful winds that wreaked havoc across the region. These events led to widespread power outages, overwhelmed wastewater systems and thousands of tons of contaminated debris.
You can learn more about the Tampa Bay Times Spotlight Tampa Bay series here.
Throughout 2024, I edited a series of investigative stories by Tampa Bay Times business reporters highlighting the growing influence of corporate ownership over Tampa Bay and Florida’s residential rental pool. Over seven installments, Buying Up The Bay explored how private equity firms are buying up single family housing in Florida at record breaking rates, raising prices on tenants and clogging up local courts with a high volume of evictions.
With less than 48 hours before Hurricane Milton would barrel toward my home as a major Category 4 hurricane, I sat in a rural gas station outside of Ocala, Florida, and bawled my eyes out.
My truck had just 22 miles of gas left in the tank when I pulled into a long line of cars and trucks filling their tanks, generators and gas cans in a frenzy that sadly felt too familiar to me as a lifelong Floridian. Emotions ran high less than two weeks after Hurricane Helene caused mass devastation through Florida on its way to North Carolina.
People were taking this one seriously.
The highways were gridlocked with cars heading north. The World Equestrian Center—Ocala was at capacity, with a waiting list for horses and their owners trying to get out of the path of a storm, which would reach catastrophic Category 5 status before it made landfall.
This was the third gas station I’d pulled into after dropping my horse off at a friend’s farm. The one before ran out of gas just three cars ahead of my turn at the pump. The first had no gas left at all. I had evacuated my Thoroughbred gelding Mikey here ahead of Milton’s arrival. None of the horses at my urban boarding barn in Tampa Bay were evacuated for Helene. But for Milton, few owners wanted them to stay.
As an editor at the Tampa Bay Times, Florida’s largest newspaper, covering hurricane season is a competitive sport. I’d learn in the days to come that Hurricane Milton was about to be the Super Bowl of the 2024 season.
For the 2024 Paris Olympic Games, I covered three-day eventing for the Horse Network. Here’s a list of stories I published in real time off the results and news of the competition:
It’s Official: Michael Jung Is Super Human: After an exciting team finish with Great Britain securing gold and France with silver, two of the world’s best riders put it all on the line in the show jumping arena at Versailles.
Britain Defends Team Gold, Japan Earns First Ever Olympic Medal In Eventing: Just one rail separated the No. 1 and No. 2 teams, Great Britain and France respectively, going into the final day of competition of three-day eventing at the 2024 Paris Olympic Games.
Collett Shatters Olympic Record, Britain Leads After Dressage in Paris: Even in the drizzling rain, the crowds at Versailles cooed in awe of Great Britain’s Laura Collett and London 52 after a spectacular dressage test on day one of three-day eventing competition at the 2024 Paris Olympic Games.
Jung Takes the Lead In Paris After Influential Olympic Cross-Country Day: Making the time proved to be a formidable challenge for the 64 three-day eventing competitors who braved Pierre le Goupil’s Paris Olympic Games cross-country course Sunday across the immaculate French gardens of the Château de Versailles.
Attacks On French Railways Shake Paris Just Before Opening Ceremonies: On the morning of the Opening Ceremonies, signaling the start of the 2024 Olympic Games in Paris, arsonists attacked the country’s main high-speed railways.
Your Olympic Eventing Cheat Sheet: The big question going into the picturesque Versailles arena and surrounding French gardens ahead of the 2024 Paris Olympic Games is, can anyone stop the Brits? ‘
The American Line Up: Who Is Representing USA Eventing In Paris & How They Earned Their Spot: U.S. Equestrian has selected the three riders and travelling reserve who will represent the United States in Eventing at the Paris Olympic Games this summer.
The world outside my hotel room window in Casper, Wyoming, was bright and blue. Sunny. Gorgeous.
But it was -9 degrees, a brisk day for the locals compared to the -35 temps the days before.
For me, a beach blonde millennial from Florida, it was another world.
I found myself in the cozy cowboy town of Casper because my husband was here for a conference. No offense to the residents, but there was never a day in my life where Casper was circled on a map or list somewhere of my dream vacation destinations. I’d left home during the most remarkable time of the year—when equestrians from across the globe descend upon our funky tropical state for world-class competition—for this?
I had two days to myself to burn before we’d drive from Casper through the truly breathtaking Grand Tetons on our way to the bougie Jackson Hole ski resort. I was in cowboy country—I had to find horses.
Wyoming is one of 10 U.S. states home to herds of wild horses. Overseen by the Bureau of Land Management, these horses (and burros) stretch out over the plains and mountains of the American West, often on Native American reservations.
I found the Wind River Wild Horse Sanctuary online and booked a time for a tour. The private farm, owned by a veterinarian and his family on the Wind River Reservation, was a good 2.5-hour drive from Casper across the open wind-strewn range.
I asked a few people at our hotel about making the drive in our rental SUV. Their eyes bugged out of their heads. “Not unless you have survival skills,” one bartender told me, laughing as she handed over a glass of wine.
I perused some local Facebook groups and got similar feedback there: don’t go. Don’t risk it, Florida girl.
But the sun was shining and the roads were mostly dry, despite the negative temps. So I tossed all of my winter gear into the back seat, turned on Google Maps, and off I went.
And I’m so glad I did.
The drive to the reservation was beautiful and strange, flat snow-covered plains stretching out endlessly, until they reached the jagged mountain peaks in the sky. I saw cowboys herding cattle, fox crossing the road and trailers full of horses along the way. And then, I found wild mustangs.
On their 1,400-acre farm—small in comparison to the large operations moving cattle and buffalo all around them—the Oldham family raises and breaks Quarter Horses. But half of their acreage is dedicated to wild American mustangs, where about 250 unadoptable horses live in herds off the land between their fence posts.
Most of the horses here are geldings, castrated by the BLM, but are aged into their teens or later, meaning they’re not great candidates for domestic adoption. So they found their way here, where they live out their days free on the reservation, but with medical care and additional nutrition when they need it.
Congress passed the “Wild Free-Roaming Horses And Burros Act” in 1971, setting protection parameters for the “living symbols of the historic and pioneer spirit of the West,” the horses that play “an integral part of the natural system of the public lands.” But in 2024, the future and safety of America’s wild horses are in constant jeopardy.
In an effort to maintain herd population, the BLM rounds up horses and offers them for adoption annually. The BLM has also tried various birth control methods, some more successful than the others. But the BLM is often the source of criticism from animal rights groups due to horse deaths and inappropriate care leading to injury during these round ups or while the horses spend months at holding facilities.
Images of malnourished, sickly horses often make headlines, and fuel the arguments that there are too many wild horses, more than public lands can support and feed. Farmers argue that the wild horses are a nuisance, encroaching on their pastures, eating from private lands that are meant for their ever-grazing cattle.
No matter which side you fall on, it’s hard to look at these creatures with your own eyes and not feel heartache when you consider their uncertain future. Could there be a day in America when there are no wild horses left?
I suited up in the packed snow outside a row of open paddocks, empty while I was there in January, but come spring, they’d be filled with young Quarter Horse stock or the few mustangs the family can get a hold of that are good candidates for adoption.
Once in multiple layers, I hopped into the breezy Kabota and off we went across the pastureland.
The family had just dropped bales of alfalfa in the fields that morning, and dozens of small geldings huddled around it, munching at their leisure. They didn’t mind the soft rumble of the utility vehicle as we got close.
They walked with large bellies swinging between their hips—each one had an excellent body condition. I laughed looking at their thick, fluffy coats and thought about my thin-skinned Thoroughbreds at home wearing light sheets in weather nowhere close to as cold as this.
They came in every color you’d see in a textbook about horses: bays, chestnuts, paints. Some with socks or stripes or flaxen manes and tails. Some bands that arrived together still stuck together within this larger herd.
Some were smaller, maybe just 13 hands. A group that arrived from Nevada were the smallest. Some were stocky and wide at maybe 15 hands, a true indication at how the term “mustang” has morphed to define a real mixed bag of breeds.
We stayed for a while moving slowly through the herd. Geldings ate and fussed with each other, pinning ears and squealing, some showing their teeth. Others dozed in the sun with their eyes half-open and a hind ankle cocked.
To the average non-horse person, it wasn’t all that exciting. But to me, a lifelong horse lover, my heart was beating furiously in my chest. The horses felt comfortable here, enough to be at ease and to act like … horses.
Here, they were safe. It was incredible to see them up close, sometimes close enough to feel the hot exhales from their fuzzy, whiskered nostrils against my frozen fingers.
Watching them roam over hundreds of acres on the reservation, with the mountains in full view behind them might not have been as exciting as catching the Grand Prix on Saturday night in Wellington, but it was a horse girl experience I’ll never forget.