“Mom, this is crazy.” Is what he said just before we marched around a picnic table in our backyard seven times. I’m sorry, you did what??? We marched around a picnic table in our backyard seven times. Who: the cowboy, me, and our two boys. Where: on our farm When: Wednesday…
Is this thing on? Tap. Tap. Can you hear me now? I wasn’t sure if my computer would work it’s been so long since I opened it. You’ve heard you can’t be two places at once? It’s true. To be present offline is to be absent online. The…
It’s May. Need I say more? How ya holding up? Have you and your crew wrapped school? Are you attending graduation(s)? Recitals? End-of-the-year-this-end-of-the-year-that? Gifting out the wah-zoo? And lest we forget decoration, for all the Southerners out there! WHEW!!!!! How about we press pause on May, take a deep breath and play…
I wish I weren’t so scared so often. How about you? Are you a chicken? Jason and I were at the barn the other day. He was milking Rosie. I was talking. (I know, surprise!) When ALL of the chickens started, SQUAWKING & scurrying for cover!!! J spotted the culprit just…
We were considering bankruptcy. Scared out of our minds, this time, last year unsure of what our next step should be. We couldn’t afford another mistake. A dear friend recently shot me a text, “I’m seriously looking into opening a coffee shop and am trying to talk with other small business owners…
I do. If you’ve seen the movie Pure Country you’re familiar with the conversation about the dancing chicken. George Strait’s character is exhausted. He’s tired of the BIG SHOW. He misses the simplicity of singing verses performing. His drummer asked, “Do you remember going to the fair as kids to…