Category: Self growth

  • Cowpokes Who Cry Preview

    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…

  • Be the bridge, not the gate…

    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…

  • Self-Care List: The items that are fun and usable!

    Some links receive commissions. My mental health is something I have struggled with since I started working from home. Not leaving the house is my jam, but it is also my worst enemy. Walking has been a way for me to feel less enclosed and get some peace and quiet. Even if the boys are…

  • Self-Care: A Marketing Scam…

    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…

  • 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…

  • Always close your gates…

    Always close your gates…

    I could hear myself breathing. It wasn’t because I was stressed or vigorously exercising.  It was just the ranch!  It was so quiet that day.  An occasional bird would chirp, but the air was so still–mute.   I waited inside the shop, a small building we designated for mechanic jobs or leisure activities such as reloading…