So, I left my kids with strangers and took a ride in a glider. Wait, what?
ranch wife
Oregon, Brrrr!
We moved from Arizona to Oregon, and we fear we will be cold forever.
On The Wagon
On the ranch, this has nothing to do with drinking booze and everything to do with branding calves.
City Overload
During a recent trip, I was a bit overwhelmed by the fast pace of life off the ranch.
In Which We Talk To Appliances
BREAKING NEWS: We have friends! Real, live friends!
Grateful For Flush Toilets
A family letter about nudity, medications, and wild cows.
Truck Engine Or Airplane?
When alone at cow camp, every distant rumble sounds like a truck engine bringing my cowboy back home.
Wagon Widow
When Jim is gone, I do all the chores and watch too many movies.
Cherry Chapstick And Drop-Off Cliffs
My necessities on a five-hour drive through the boonies.
Not A Suburban Housewife
I daydream about leaving the sticks for civilization, but I know I would miss the sticks.
