People are in a relentless pursuit to stand out amongst the crowd, attempting to be distinguished, ironically, by molding themselves in accordance to the whim of pop-culture. However, the only way to be unique is to be your natural self - to follow your heart's truest desires. For me, it is the Thoroughbred that resides in my soul. This is my universe, my world, my country - the splendor of splendors, the agony of agonies. This spirit's gift has granted me a voice and a passion. I follow it down the path of racing unconditionally with open arms.
I never allege to be a reporter or even a writer for that matter. Writing has become my tool to expose the desire that lives within me. I can proclaim to be a biographer, a witness to the magnificent Thoroughbred past and present. It is a great honor to tell the stories of the most fervent triumphs and tragedies of the turf and consider the responsibilities of accuracy essential. Just as the horse is the jockey’s medium for speed, words take a stand on the podium of my soul.
This year’s renewal of the Royal Ascot meeting poured gas on my wildfire craze. The unrivaled allure of heroes such as Frankel, So You Think, and Black Caviar, coupled with the resilience of Simenon, makes my heart sing a most melodic tune. Royal Ascot represented everything I feel so ardently about in racing: the physicality, the beauty, the romance, and the tradition that lives on Planet Thoroughbred.