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For my generous friends and their families that have been kind enough to share their way of life with me... Thank you... I haven't written much about the hi-line of Montana since moving here. Mostly, because I was fairly certain that nothing about Havre could compare to the spring beauty of the home and the mountains but I've been proven wrong. And as much as I love the receding of the snow-line on the mountains, birth of the wildflowers and watching the ice retreat from its alpine lakes,...
Those of you in the horse world have seen them...those "horse for sale" ads and groups on Craig's List and Facebook. Now, I don't begrudge someone wanting to sell a horse, and possibly recoup a little of the money spent on raising or training one, but from what I've seen lately, I'd rather buy a goat. And, before ya go and get your undergarments in a giant wad, or your hinder in a binder, here's an example of what appears to be an acceptable ad these days: RANCH DISPERSAL SALE 'Beautiful Brood...
This is an ode to the most beautiful woman I know. No finer lady will this world have the pleasure of knowing, and at 66, may she know that she's the most beautiful version of herself now more than ever. May this serve as a reminder that even though she's a mother, a wife, and a grandmother, that she is still all woman, and most importantly, uniquely amazing with what she offers up to this world with the biggest and kindest of hearts.... Happiest of birthdays, Mama... I always picture her here...
Some moments simply leave your mouth absent of words, your eyes filled with warm tears and your heart so full of love and pride. When those moments come, you make note of every detail in that capsule of time. My grandfather, Clarence Barron "C.B." Rich was recently inducted into the Montana Cowboy Hall of Fame this month in Great Falls. I have written about my grandpa in the past and shared how he impacted my insignificant, little life but to witness what it means to really leave a legacy...
We never grew up owning one, single mare in my entire childhood. Every male on the ranch preached time and time again about what a pain in the hind parts they were to have on the place. Of course I was always slightly offended by these nonsensical statements. Mares, in my opinion, were always far superior in the looks department, and yes, that theory was entirely based on the fact that I was in fact a female. So naturally, it only seemed right to learn to identify with the female animals that...
As another year draws to a close in the crazy old life, I hope that you had time to enjoy the holidays in festive style with those you love. Now, it's almost time for that "new year, new me" nonsense, and I don't know about the rest of you, but my new year's resolutions last about as long as the attention span of my two cocaine-snortin', squirrel chasin' border collies. So, I am going to give up the list making, the lofty weight loss goals, the money saving tips and just live my life. Simply,...
I was recently asked if I'm a real cowgirl on a social media site I partake in. The exact question posed to me was "If you don't have cows, how can you be a cowgirl?" I pondered that thought, let my hurt feelings stroll over the words and then I questioned myself. Maybe I'm really not a tried and true cowgirl? But I had the boots, the hat, the horse, spurs, a saddle and even a pick-up truck! Accordin' to good ol' Webster, the true definition of the word is: noun. a woman who herds and tends...
