When my husband and I first became 4-H leaders we had what we thought were great new ideas about ways to run the county contests.
An older couple (who had been in charge of county events since probably the stone age) countered each suggestion for a new... Full story
After years of personal observation I am ready to reveal the real, true code of the West.
Here it is: “Don’t ever admit you’re hurt.”
We all know the guy who gets bucked off on his cómo se llama, manages to stand up (they... Full story
I was at an agriculture women’s meeting recently where one of the speakers (a lady) talked about ways women can be more successful in advancing their agendas. She pointed out that boys grow up participating in and watching team sports more often... Full story
It rained the day I wrote this column. I saw it, stood in it, tasted it. It was good.
Ranch folks, especially those of us who grew up in the drought years of the 1950s, have permanent cricks in our necks from looking up at the sky watching for rainclouds.
We’ve... Full story
Years ago I shared my cousin Bob’s clever business card with my readers.
It was great. He somehow found room on that small space to extoll his prowess in the following endeavors: Goats roped, bars emptied, demolition done, chile cooked, meat smoked,... Full story
Rules. Society needs them to keep itself from descending into chaos. However, even though the rule-makers proceed with the best intentions there are times when unintended consequences are frustrating, to say the least.
Worse, sometimes the rules “enforcers”... Full story
A New Mexico owned and trained horse won the Kentucky Derby last Saturday.
In the midst of torrents of depressing news cascading onto us daily — even hourly — a little-known horse and his connections proved once again that in the United States... Full story
I was at a meeting recently where the subject was friendship. Much talk ensued about real vs. fake friends, acquaintances vs. friends, and other such roundabout conversation that never really got to the point.
Later, I remembered a story my father told... Full story
Country kids’ games and toys in the old days were creative — not because the kids were all that smart but because they didn’t have many store-bought ones.
Mumbly peg was a favorite. You open your pocket knife’s long... Full story
We found a newborn calf, still wet, shivering in the freezing springtime wind. For the longest time we couldn’t find the mother, and the wind was getting colder by the minute. Finally, we topped a hill a mile away from the baby and saw what had... Full story
I recently learned that many others suspect, like I do, that pharmaceutical companies have people who spend their time studying the human body in search of aberrations. When they find those anomalies, we suspect, they invent medical-sounding names for... Full story
Some city people talk about country folks as if they “fell off a turnip truck.” I hate to admit it, but I’m thinking maybe they have a point — in certain situations.
When I was 12, my 15-year old city-raised cousin, Leela, spent... Full story
This may come as a surprise to many, but cowboys participate in other sports — now and then. However, they bring their own special protocol to those “other” sports.
We were in a cowboy bowling league for awhile. They all agreed to substitute... Full story
My grandchildren have introduced me to organized team sports for kids, and it’s great fun — for everyone.
Parents who succumb to poor sportsmanship during their children’s games make the news now and then, but I can tell you most... Full story
Life as a rancher or cowboy’s wife is idyllic, “they” say. I, personally, would like to know who “they” are, and whether they ever have stumbled along in those wifely boots.
The romantic stories show and tell about the husband... Full story