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Cowpokes Who Cry Preview
I cringed, sympathy pain for the cow that was being lifted into the air by our HydraBed pickup. The chain hooked up to her allowed us to maneuver the cow who’d just given birth. A prolapsed birth. Her entire uterus was on the outside of her body now. The sex education I received on the…
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Be the bridge, not the gate…
It isn’t a question that the ranch shaped me into the woman I am today, but when followers first stumble upon my page I think there can be some confusion. I no longer reside on a ranch, and my husband and I work with people, not cows. But, that doesn’t mean we aren’t still a…
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Free Falling
Josh’s face was white, transparent… The look he gave me portrayed resentment and commitment…simultaneously. At the time, we had been together about a year and a half. I moved in with him after only three months of knowing him. Jumping out of an airplane was only one of many adventures he agreed to go on…
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Self-Care: A Marketing Scam…
Do I enjoy the occasional pedicure and massage? Yes. But I think our consuming world has capitalized on the phrase “self-care.” When my readers voted on hearing more about my self-care it surprised me. You always surprise me! I don’t find myself as a very interesting person. I pride myself in how long I can…
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Once a Cowpoke, always a Cowpoke…
Floriculture, zoology, rock collecting, scrap-booking, archery shooting, goat herding, rabbit herding, reading, drawing, treasure hunting, fishing, movies, sewing, baking, cooking, welding, bullet reloading, riding scooters, riding bikes, roller skating, dinosaurs, history… This is a short list of the interests I had as a kid. What the hell happened to me? After I graduated college I…
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Two Fathers
“Come on Pokey!” Dad shouted at me from across the pasture. “I’m hurrying!” I shouted from my seat on my old gelding named 202. The truth is, I was doing something far from “hurrying.” Cowpokes like me never take their seasoned ponies out of 4-low. The diaper bag and our water bottles that hung secured…
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As long as there is love…
I perched myself upon a stool scooted up to the bar where the ingredients for poppy seed muffins were spread across the counter. They were one of Dad and I’s favorite desserts to eat, and I loved to help Mom bake. I waited patiently as she swept some dirt off of the old linoleum floor.…
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They’re Only Babies
Yearlings were our specialty on Rush Creek. The goal was to purchase the cattle young, use the land to our advantage to fatten them up during the summer, and sell them in the fall. When the rain was generous, thousands of these reckless youngsters filled the fences to the brim. We unloaded truck load after…