Westward the Chickens: The Great Roundup, A (Mid)Western
Folks, turn on your deep, gravelly Sam Elliot cowboy voice as you read this today. Go ahead and put in your dip o’ chew. Things are gettin’ a little mid-western ’round these parts. This here ain’t no...
View ArticleOf Sheep, A Dog, and Monday Morning
It’s a cold, windy, drizzly November morning. This is the sort of weather that really just makes me want to trade lives with Spot the dog. My day began slightly before 5 AM, when my two-year-old woke...
View ArticleMy Friday Night Happy Hour: Pizza, Popcorn and a Pig Pile
Of all the routines in my life, one of the most important to me is Friday night. That is my Happy Hour, although it involves no bar. Happy Hour for me is Movie Night: pizza, popcorn, and a pig pile of...
View ArticleNeither Snow, Nor Rain, Nor Puking Children
Memories of last year’s road trip…Alone in the middle of nowhere with puke, diarrhea, sick crying baby, mess, four kids to care for and still 700 miles of driving to go before home…now this is livin’....
View Article12 Days of Christmas, Crammed into 7
Written December 2013. Merry Christmas, everyone! I’d like to wish you something about visions of sugar plums, snow flakes gently falling, silent nights, all is calm, sleigh bells jingling…blah, blah,...
View Article2013: A Year in Pictures (And a Few Words, Too)
This week, a picture is definitely worth a 1,000 words (to me, anyway). As you read this, the rush of Christmas is over, but as I write this, I am in still in the midst of one week to go before the big...
View ArticleNew Year’s UnResolutions
Sure New Year’s was a few months ago, but as you may notice, none of my resolutions include posting my columns in a timely manner. Maybe next year for that one. Written Jan 2, 2014 Happy 2014! With...
View ArticleGreetings from Frostbite Farm, MN
Something about a -50 windchill on this Monday morning makes all other thoughts that don’t concern cold and survival just evaporate. When we got up this morning, something wasn’t working properly with...
View ArticleAn Echocardiogram, a Grandma, and Seven Calves
When the baby is missing from his crib, there is a good chance it’s because he’s being held on the couch by his big brother. It’s 5:00 in the morning, and for right now the house is quiet. It won’t...
View ArticleA Good Heart and a Bounty of Babies
Three baby cousins at Grandma’s house. In a fast and furious blur, week one of summer vacation is in the books. Life is pretty busy when the projects that I have on my list for the morning don’t get...
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