I am often amazed at how different Danish Cowboy and I really are.  I love to verbalize in writing, he in spoken word.  I still get a thrill at driving the big pick-up to town (any pick-up, really), and he does so only because he needs to fuel it with the appropriate d...

 I always find it amusing that I can meander around for a few hours on a cold winter afternoon, snapping photos, getting some really great ones and a vastly larger number that never see the light of day, but my favorite is the first one where I'm testing out the settin...

“People will come, Ray.  The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball.  America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers.  It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again.  But baseball has marked the time.  This field, this game:  it...

 I did it again.  I was out running, loping along on a two track trail, warily watching my footsteps for rattlesnakes in the path and as I approached the private gravel road, I slowed down, looking both ways (twice) before taking a right hand turn.  It amused me that a...

This is a picture of my husband but it's not a picture of my kid.  I didn't even know the kid's name until 2 weeks ago and now this image makes me well up with tears every time I've looked at it over the past 24 hours.  We just arrived home after a hot weekend of baseb...

 I've heard it said so many times that it's almost cliche.  "The horse is a mirror to your soul."  "Your horse is a reflection of who you are."  "We will never have to tell our horse that we are sad, happy, confident, angry, or relaxed.  He already knows - long before...

Montana was big on Saturday.  I envision you chuckling to yourself.  "Montana's always big,"  I hear you say.  No, it's not really.  She generally tends to wrap herself around you, to force you to focus on the beauty that is close at hand, to deal with what l...

Our family recently took a trip that will not soon be forgotten.  We spent plenty of time on the beach learning about waves, my daughter and I got our sunburn on, we swam, we ate, we drank, we chilled.  I cried when I checked out of the hotel because all week I had ch...

The metaphor comes from a magician's ability to use a series of mirrors and a disruptive, distracting burst of smoke to make things appear as they really are not.  Deception.  It's a powerful tool.  It makes you pay attention.

As I sit here at the kitchen...

I've always encouraged my kids to be dreamers.  Having been accused of being one myself, I know the value in dreams:  sometimes they come true.  So as my children become more worldly and more attuned to the fact there is life outside of eastern Montana, their dreams al...