January is the worst!

Ugh! I want to say something positive like, “We’re almost at the end!” But no one needs that toxic positivity when we all know that January can go well into March. Sure, December has just as much January in it, maybe more, in most years. But in December, we have lights, I’m baking cookies, there’s … More January is the worst!

Winter Feeding

I witnessed the first sheep feed of the year last week, when, after dropping the kids off from school, I crested the hill just above our house I saw Kem’s truck out in the pasture, surrounded by a knot of hungry sheep. As he began to drive the truck in a slow circle, dropping cake … More Winter Feeding

Domestic Perfection: A Review of The Farmer’s Wife

When I came across Helen Rebank’s memoir, The Farmer’s Wife: My Life in Days, I thought: Well, shit, she wrote my book! She gives us a glimpse into the daily life of a farmer’s wife, getting kids to school, checking on livestock and feeding a hungry family. She’s a champion of the unpaid and invisible … More Domestic Perfection: A Review of The Farmer’s Wife

What does a donkey have to do with raising kids?

In Arabic folklore, there’s a famous story that goes like this: Goha and his son were walking to a nearby village with their donkey. Some people passing by commented, “What fools! They walk when they have a perfectly good donkey to ride.” Goha put his son on the donkey and walked along side. The next … More What does a donkey have to do with raising kids?

Speaking About Wounds

I’m excited to announce that Sunday, July 14 I will be speaking at Highlands Presbyterian Church in Cheyenne. I’ve titled my talk, “Moving From the Wound Towards a Religious Vitality,” and I will draw on my childhood experiences as a strict Seventh-day Adventist to examine how religions can wound, and also how they can play … More Speaking About Wounds

Tough Mothers

Every year in late May, I begin to watch antelope, paying close attention to the does who stay put rather than running from the sound of the approaching vehicle. I scan the grass, looking for the newborn fawn she’s protecting. It’s a ritual I began long before becoming a mother myself, and, actually, I think … More Tough Mothers