Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

If you need a moment take it. Make a promise and don’t break it. Have an itch? Scratch it. Want the setting sun? Go catch it. I’ve seen that smile so bring it. You know the song. Sing it! You have dreams, go chase them. Problems? You can face them. Seeking beauty? The earth grows it. And when you lo

We’ve had a couple beautiful days at the ranch lately.  Things are starting to blossom up around here, making way for the butterflies and bees and bugs. The birds have found their way home and so have the pair of geese that live in the dam outside our new house. I’ve been spending my evenings stroll

Last week in the middle of a life that sent me down to the scary basement of this old house to search for things to throw away, I found something I didn’t know I had. And that something might have turned into one of the most important pieces of my life. See, among our snowshoes, [...]

If I could pick for you a bouquet from the windswept hills of spring, from under budding oak groves, and along the babbling creek… I’d pick you bluebells for your table, and sweet peas for your mom, the mist from early mornings, a meadowlark’s sweet song. I’d throw in green, green grasses and the ch

I love my momma. There she is after giving me life. There I am on about my tenth minute out in the world. I’m looking a bit concerned..but she’s smiling. That smile is a miraculous site knowing now that I was a whole month late–and I haven’t been on time for anything since. You would [...]

I think it’s time I address some things that have been making an appearance in my stories, walking past my camera lens, stomping at the pug, pooping in my yard, leaning up against the house and looking in my windows… Yes, it’s time I explain…these guys. There are five of them out here on this [...]

Oh, the river. So calm, so peaceful. So beautiful and serene. Take a look at this scene and you would never guess that during the first week of May the shore is filled with hundreds of rednecks, grilling bratwurst, pitching tents, sporting camouflage, making small talk and casting their fishing pole

I like it when the clouds do this. It makes me feel like I am not so small after all, like I could reach up and pluck one out of the sky, put it on an ice cream cone and go walking through the pastures, taking licks and bites of the sweet fluff as I [...]

When I was ten years old Pops gave me a hard covered journal that he pulled out of the basement of his parent’s house. He retrieved it from a bookshelf and  handed it to his middle daughter, the one who would scribble poems about dogs and horses and big prairie skies on notebook paper. He [...]

I live in a barnyard. Literally. I can walk out my door and, if I forget to look down, I will more than likely step in horse poop. I can watch the steers graze from my bathroom window while I brush my teeth. There’s more gravel and mud in my entryway than there is out [...]