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Our well isn’t dry, but the rural water system we rely on to fill our pasture tanks and homes is offline. If … Continue reading
Like the wedding vase I found the other day, The Rancher and I have been through some stuff in our 16 years of marriage. We’re a little cracked, even a bit chipped, but dang it, we’re still trying to hold … Continue reading
In this time of divided, unsettling heaviness, consider moving your heart by merely moving your pen.
In this time of divisive heaviness, please join me in writing this Advent season. Thought-starters provided!
So dear beef eater, please continue to have faith in the beef industry. From the hard-working men and women on the packing plant floor to the hard-working men and women in Midwest pastures, we are committed to providing you a safe, delicious, nutritious, and affordable protein source. And, we are all working to be able to do that while making a living for our families too. Continue reading
The course remains uncharted, but our destination stays clear. The water cycles between calm, choppy, and never-before-seen. Though tattered, the ship groans on as the beloved crew commits to staying afloat. Our journey continues with full days of completing routine … Continue reading
This whole situation makes me heart sick. I don’t share this video to incite debate or solicit opinion. I share for a bit of perspective in a very complex time, especially when so many of us are far removed from … Continue reading
Our Easter Sunday dawned a blanket of white. The trees hung heavy with snow. The wind blew cold and strong. The calves, even the freshly born, tucked in tightly to the herd, protected and warm from the wintery chill. Like … Continue reading
Day 2: I’ve realized the past few days merely represent “a weekend at home”. Tomorrow begins reality. I don’t mind the slower pace. I don’t miss the social pressures of doing everything or going everywhere. It doesn’t bother me to … Continue reading
Day 1 Highlights of Self-Quarantine (kidding–with the children’s social activities halted, we just actually go nowhere): A) My husband survived another day of communicating telepathically during chores. B) I spent seven hours after chores painting a bedroom with an eight-year-old. … Continue reading