My husband is more of a grain farmer than a cattleman. I was raised until I was eleven around those that were cattlemen first and farmers second, or at least that's how I see it. So, when I married my farmer husband I judged how he did things a great deal. This wasn't the… Continue reading Not the Same, Even in the Same Profession
There Is Good In Death
My relationship with my Mother wasn't the closest. I don't feel guilty about this. I feel sad on occasion but not guilt. The relationship was the way it was because of things that were about her and some about me. The choices we each made. I love(d) my mother and she love(d) me. We were… Continue reading There Is Good In Death
In Between the Sunsets of Life 