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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 strolling [...]

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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 chokecherry’s [...]

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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 [...]

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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 [...]

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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 [...]

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Last night husband came home to the little ranch house in the buttes to find a woman hunched over, knees to her chest, pointing and clicking and squinting behind a giant computer screen. He thought he heard her mumbling, so he said hello back, in case she might be attempting to greet him. She wasn’t. [...]

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When I grow up I want to be the kind of woman who lets her hair grow long and wild and silver. When I’m grown I hope I remember to keep my flannel shirts draped over chairs, hanging in the entryway and sitting on the seat of the pickup where they are ready and waiting [...]

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I sit on the love seat in the back room of my parent’s house. It’s 9:30 on a Wednesday evening. I’ve finished my slice of pizza. My mother brought it home from town. I’ve had my glass of wine and we’ve had our visit about the weather and the traffic and the pizza and the [...]

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Feel it? You do don’t you? That tingling crawling up your bare leg, on the inside of your pants, towards parts of your body you’d rather not mention. You’ve got a creepy feeling, and now that feeling has spread to the back of your neck where you’re sure something is there poking up toward your [...]

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Most Sundays we get together with mom and pops for dinner. After a week of work and crazy schedules followed by a weekend of chores and projects or travel, one of us decides that someone should cook a decent meal, pour some wine in a glass and make us all sit down. I admit, with [...]

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