10 rules to live by, if you’re a desolate ranch wife

That tall, handsome, hand-holding, rope-twirling, bronco-twister charmed you out of your pants and into a wedding dress. Then he plunked you down boots-first 10 miles past BFE and kissed you good day as he headed to the barn to catch his horse and go to to work. What do you do now? Following these 10 … Continue reading 10 rules to live by, if you’re a desolate ranch wife

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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 one … Continue reading A Buckaroo Bride’s First Thanksgiving

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, I … Continue reading Mrs. Young III: the new (and hopefully improved) Miss Laubacher