The dishes are my nemesis. They seem to multiply when they get into the sink. The dishwasher doesn’t empty itself. And these people in my house want to eat every dang day! I know, I know, I should just do them every night and it wouldn’t be so overwhelming. But by the time I get … Continue reading Paper Plates
Fifteen years ago, two girls moved into a dorm room in Stillwater on what I still maintain was the hottest day in Oklahoma history. They spent the next three years going from acquaintances to best friends. They spent hours analyzing boys. They even developed a color coding system walking hundreds of laps around Boomer Lake. … Continue reading Those Two Girls
Three miles. THREE. Last weekend, I woke up early on Saturday while the rest of the house was snoozing and went for a run. I made it three miles. And I know this may not seen like a big deal. I have run three half marathons for crying out loud! But, listen. This was the … Continue reading .25 at a Time
Five years ago, I left a law firm job I really loved for the chance at what seemed like it would be my dream job. I said goodbye to co-workers whom I adored and admired, walked away from the chance of a big paycheck, moved away from my home for the last seven years. It … Continue reading Taking My Dream Job
About 33 years ago, I learned to irrigate on our family farm in New Mexico. Despite the hard work and usually blistering heat, I will admit it was one of my favorite chores. Our whole family worked together–my Gran in her old straw hat, my parents, and my brother even when he was still in … Continue reading Irrigating on the Family Farm
My dad’s combine was built in 1975. She’s seen better days. Paint is rusted. Levers are stiff. The soft, yellow seat is long gone. Every year before harvest we all say a little prayer that she doesn’t fall apart and quit us in the middle of the field. She falls somewhere between “antique” and “but … Continue reading I Like Grandad’s
We’ve been friends for over 15 years. College judging teammates who had basically nothing in common. A girl with the 4.0 and the boy with…well, not a 4.0. A cattle kid and a sheep girl. A Kansan and a New Mexican. We’ve walked through just about everything you can think of in the last decade … Continue reading Friendship
