ranch wife – Jolyn Young

Soaring Like A Turtle

So, I left my kids with strangers and took a ride in a glider. Wait, what?

We moved from Arizona to Oregon, and we fear we will be cold forever.

On the ranch, this has nothing to do with drinking booze and everything to do with branding calves.

During a recent trip, I was a bit overwhelmed by the fast pace of life off the ranch.

BREAKING NEWS: We have friends! Real, live friends!

A family letter about nudity, medications, and wild cows.

When alone at cow camp, every distant rumble sounds like a truck engine bringing my cowboy back home.

When Jim is gone, I do all the chores and watch too many movies.

My necessities on a five-hour drive through the boonies.

I daydream about leaving the sticks for civilization, but I know I would miss the sticks.