There is a thing that happens when you are a writer and something really bad is happening (like, for instance, a global pandemic). People ask you if you’ve been writing. The...
There are many spots on the floor in my kitchen where the linoleum is worn through and I can see the wood underneath it and I’m sure when people see it...
A couple of months ago, I was driving back from a hunting trip in southeast Montana and a billboard in Lockwood caught my eye. The text reads: Onward Pioneers. The photo...
Do you hear the wind moving through the cottonwood leaves and the red winged blackbirds singing to each other? It’s hard because the ground is now covered with snow and the...
There is (well I guess now I need to say was) an open field near my farm. Since I was a kid it has looked the same – a ten-acre grass...
A young mule deer buck walks westward in the open prairie. There is no cover for either of us. He had seen me earlier and wasn’t alarmed by my presence. Him...
I think you tried, dad. I really do. In the dark I can move through the old farmhouse. Easy. Quiet. My muscle memory knows every corner, every light switch location, the...
I started this website with a very specific purpose; to write to people in southeast Montana about the issues the media wasn’t covering regarding the Tongue River Railroad and Otter Creek...
People who need to catch a goat, that’s who. Which, luckily, I can help you with. I’ve exchanged many emails with frustrated goat owners from all over the country who can’t...
My nephew learned the pledge of allegiance when he was four. A dutiful aunt, I listened to him recite it and then heard, “one nation, under dog, indivisible, with liberty and...