How peaceful it all looks. So deceptive . . . The 'tree field' on the ranch was just that. A field. With trees. Distingu...

June Funny Friday Today’s post is June’s Funny Friday, a regular feature published on the last Friday of every month. Funny Friday is a...

Daddy at 6 on Peggy. Another good cow pony. A good cow pony is more than just transportation in the ranching world. It is partner, c...

Mom (third from the left). And five out of eight brothers. Girls raised on a ranch, doing 'ranch stuff' alongside the men, are ...

It only LOOKS delicious . . . I love raisins. Especially in trail mix. Or coated in chocolate. I should probably point out, here...

Not for the shy or faint of heart . . . Recently, there had been a lot of press about women nursing their babies. Usually because it...

Ready to head to town! The Stringam Ranch was twenty miles from the Town of Milk River. For the first ten miles out of town, you wer...

Monster Hunter A guest post by Baby Brother, Blair. Who's really not such a baby any more. While growing up on the ranch, we had ...

Word master.  I know you’ve done it. I know I have. Blurted out something that sounded a whole lot different in your head. It’...

When one lives in the country, and rides the bus to school, one learns to take lunch. I did. Live in the country, take the bus and pack a...

I'm quite sure this flashed past. And I do mean flashed. We teenagers in Milk River lived an hour from the bright lights of Lethbri...

Clara studied her only daughter’s face. Emma was lit up from the inside, delicate features a dynamic play of barely-contained emotion....

I've been reading about the politics being played out in some organizations in the modern world. Even churches have their inte...

I'll warn you, I'm battling a nasty flu bug. What follows may not make sense. But that's never stopped me before . . . Kare...

I have just be introduced to the most amazing book! Those who have been following my blog know that I live to share my stories. Stories ...