Nothing Less than a Game
The game of basketball is a bit of an anomaly, particularly for the daughter of a cattle rancher from Meeker, Colorado. We didn’t spend...
Good Grief?
Is there really such a thing as “good grief”? Grief is something I’ve been trying to get my heart and head around in the last few weeks. ...
Johnny's Doves
Johnny’s Doves is an inspiration that came at a most unlikely time and with a most unexpected source. Our story begins the morning that...
Coming to know us
It was almost dark when the semi-truck of haylage bales arrived at the end of the driveway. In anticipation of this, the freshly shorn...
My Last Visit to the Crystal Mine
This was written days before we left our home of 20 years in Colorado and moved to Oregon….. Today after lunch I gathered up the dogs and...
Just an Ordinary Day
THE FINAL CHAPTER OF TWIG'S TALES It was just an ordinary morning, not much different than any since I’d arrived in Meeker two months ago...
That'll do Molly
“That’ll do girl, rest easy,” was the first thing she heard me say, at five weeks old when Molly came home to stay. We had big plans for...
