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But just as she made this discovery, the girl came under a spell that made her believe that the only way that she could tell stories about long ago and far away was to become something called an historian. And so that is what she did. What she was not told, but had to learn for herself, was that becoming an historian meant relying more and more on facts and evidence and less and less on her own imagination, and soon the girl forgot all about the stories that had once been inside of her, waiting to be told. The girl – now a grown-up professor with a Ph.D. – wrote lots and lots of words but with less and less joy, for the stories were lost. Then one day, a special creature appeared, beckoning to the girl to leave her life in the ivory tower where she had become imprisoned. The creature came in the shape of a horse, for the girl had loved horses all of her life but never had one of her own. Realizing she wanted to be with the horse far more than she wanted to keep on being an historian, the girl fled her old life and went to live with the horse in a barn. There, little by little, the horse helped the girl to remember the stories long buried in her heart until one day, she began to write them down. And the rest is history.When Sarah is not writing stories, she teaches riding as a meditative art. She holds a Ph.D. in history from Northwestern University and spent many years as a college professor, before turning full-time to riding and writing. She is currently finishing the first volume in a series of novels, entitled She Who Rides Horses.