Remember the good old days of the cowboy commandments?
It seems like such a long time ago when every child wanted to be a cowboy who stood up for all that was good, honorable and right.
This past week has been a week of challenges.
A chilly rain was falling when we went to bed on Wednesday night.
Winter’s blasts of snow and ice tickle the fancy of some while creating for others extreme hard work for hours on end, along with nightmarish challenges that cannot be resolved overnight.
As we close out the year, it is interesting to look back on what life was like 100 years ago.
In the year 1904, according to an interesting fact sheet, the average life expectancy in the United States was 47 years.
Reading this Christmas book of personal stories collected by President Carter prompted many memories shared by my father over the years.
It has been said that much can be determined about the character of a man by studying the way he treats animals.
It was a gray and dreary morning. Not much happening. Not much to spark the day. Until the phone rang.
My daughter Caroline is putting her driver’s permit to good use, always asking if there is any place I need to go, ever willing to drive me.
Just this past week, I once again had a meeting with school officials regarding Cort’s on-going struggle with his health and how that pertains to his education.
I am decidedly a country girl from way back, but I confess to one odd trait that makes me look like a city kid in the biggest way.