So, I left my kids with strangers and took a ride in a glider. Wait, what?
I flew 1,800 miles to further my career. And take a nap.
We took our first-ever family vacation to Las Vegas, and nobody got bit by a fish.
During a recent trip, I was a bit overwhelmed by the fast pace of life off the ranch.
Our day at the zoo involved raw meat, chicken poop, and a craving for more.
Our car broke down, and - fortunately - we were stranded for over two hours.
We went to a horse sale, and Milo only growled at a random stranger once.
A child-free day meant more freedom, but also more maternal anguish.
Our CA trip was so sick, and not in a surfer-dude fun way.
We took a pickup instead of a wagon, but our town trip still took two days.