I've been thinking lately about traditions. I suppose it's expected, because in less than five months we'll welcome a tiny new member to our family and spend our time showing her (I'm just going to go with "her" for now) around this place, introducing her to the people who love her and teaching her about the things that make up our everyday lives.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- There are jobs at the ranch that are truly enjoyable at times. Fencing is generally not one of them.
Fencing at the ranch involves wood ticks, nasty brush, a kazillion horse flies, barbed wire, pliers and a lot of bending over.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- Well, wedding week at the ranch has come and gone. The relatives rolled in, the fences got painted and the ever-changing weather forecast had mercy on the couple hundred people who stood under a big, blue beautiful sky at the ranch in front of the red barn to celebrate love.
I pulled my car over on the top of the hill at the approach next to the gate where there's usually a white pickup with a company logo idling and a man inside checking his phone or writing in a notebook. Usually, I see them there and shake my head in annoyance, wishing they would find another place to park, as if the county road going through the ranch belongs to us only.
Because it seemed like it used to anyway.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- In small towns up and down the Midwest, summer has officially started. I know this not by the date on the calendar, but because in the next few months I'll run into kids catching and holding calves at the neighbor's branding down the road, rolling down the road in a tractor helping with harvest, or showing their steer at the county fair for a little extra cash.
When I moved back to the ranch, I sat down on my lawn and wrote a song called "A Girl Needs a Dog."
I was on the cusp of settling into a new but familiar life back home where we planned on fixing up corrals, building a house, taking care of cattle and making a family out here.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- Once I was in Victoria's Secret shopping for undies. Sometimes I get out and do things like that. Sometimes I shower, comb my hair, put on some makeup and make the long trip to the big town to replenish supplies like pretty spring tops, sandals, nail polish and, well, underwear. You know, girl stuff.
Sitting next to me on my desk is my calendar. I've been obsessing over it for the last month or so, because I've just released my new album, and that means making plans for performances in communities across the state.
Once I was in Victoria's Secret shopping for undies. Sometimes I get out and do things like that. Sometimes I shower, comb my hair, put on some makeup and make the long trip to the big town to replenish supplies like pretty spring tops, sandals, nail polish and, well, underwear. You know, girl stuff.
Have you ever been lost in your hometown?
If the town you grew up in was like mine, one Main Street drag, no stoplights within 50 miles, three bars all in a row between a car dealership on one end and a café on the other, I'm sure you were able to keep pretty good tabs on the place.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- In a little over two months, my little sister will be getting married.
In a little over two months, we'll be celebrating in front of the old red barn with the rock foundation at the homestead place where my grandpa grew up and my dad was raised and all of the cousins, friends and family in between fell in love with this place over work or noodle salad or coffee on Sunday afternoons.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- It was the type of summer I hope we've all had in our lives. The one that stands between one life and another, full of long days, short nights and the sort of temporary things you grab onto knowing that, in a few months, everything changes.
And while most Sunday mornings are special to us, sometimes, if we have company, or if we have something to celebrate (like my sweet tooth), we make plans for a tried-and-true recipe passed down to us from my husband’s mother, who is the queen of the kitchen.
I’m sure most of you have your own Sunday morning rituals that are cozy and full of caffeinated beverages, so with that in mind, I feel like it’s time to share this recipe with you.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- One of the most worthless things on the planet are rubber boots with holes in both.
I discovered that I own a pair when I got my 4-wheeler stuck in mud halfway up its tires last week.
So I need a new pair of rubber boots, which gives me a good excuse to go to the Farm and Fleet store.
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