I Was Pregnant

Two weeks late. Two pink lines. “Honey, are you ready to be a daddy again?” Calling everyone we know. Tired. So tired. Just waiting for Grace to nap. Queasy. Just a bit queasy. Gerber commercial on TV. “We’re havin’ a baby! Whoop…whoop!” “If it’s a girl, can we name her after my grandma Shelly?” GroundworkingContinue reading “I Was Pregnant”

Wrangle Girls

On most ranches, wrangling the cavvy is a chore. Cowboys can earn more wrangle duties by having a messy stall, being late to the barn in the morning, or losing a game of “Out” on the roping dummy. When I worked for the Van Norman ranch, wrangling could take the better part of an hour;Continue reading “Wrangle Girls”

Surrendering to Motherhood

After being a mother for two years (I totally count gestation. Pregnant people are mothers, too.), I am happy to announce that I have finally fully accepted this situation. My fifteen-month-old daughter is happy about this as well. Actually, I don’t think she really cares what my feelings are about motherhood, as long as theContinue reading “Surrendering to Motherhood”