A Buckaroo Bride’s First Thanksgiving

Last year was my first Thanksgiving as a married gal. Jim and I were at the 25 Ranch near Battle Mountain, Nevada, and invited the single cowboys from the nearby TS Ranch and the bunkhouse guys from next door over for a big traditional dinner. The turkey came out moist and golden, and only oneContinue reading “A Buckaroo Bride’s First Thanksgiving”

Why I am warmin’ up dinner, watchin’ for dust

The #1 rule of being a cowboy’s wife is Don’t Worry. If a cowboy was supposed to come home late and it’s getting later, Don’t Worry. If you have no idea where on the vast, empty desert he might be, Don’t Worry. If you’re wondering if the yellow paint horse finally bronked him down andContinue reading “Why I am warmin’ up dinner, watchin’ for dust”

Mrs. Young III: the new (and hopefully improved) Miss Laubacher

After a two-year hiatus, I’m back at the blog machine. Not to be confused with the fog machine. Not that anyone was likely to get those confused. Not that those two have anything to do with each other. Sorry I mentioned that. Hope I didn’t cloud anyone’s thought process. Since my last blog post, IContinue reading “Mrs. Young III: the new (and hopefully improved) Miss Laubacher”