Wait, there’s joy to be found in complaining?!

I’ve noticed recently a tendency of people in my community to do a lot of complaining. Nothing is off limits — leadership style, business decisions, house color — and it’s bringing everyone down. Even me. I like the optimistic side of life. I function better if I choose joy even if things are kinda crummy.Continue reading “Wait, there’s joy to be found in complaining?!”

The prairie at midday in autumn.

… sans kids, because school, and celebrated with a deli meal from the grocery store. One thing about the pasture is that it’s pretty much impossible to capture the feel of it in a photo. I’ve come close a few times, but the day I perfectly catch the feel of it will most likely neverContinue reading “The prairie at midday in autumn.”

‘Tis the season for silage harvest.

I’m grateful that Jeremy and I work together pretty darn well. I’ve tried to figure out what makes this happen, and I don’t know, really. Our dads have completely different styles. For the most part, we learned outdoor and mechanical work from our dads, although we are our own individuals and awfully independent (yes, sometimesContinue reading “‘Tis the season for silage harvest.”

A list of books for second-graders.

Life is a little frantic, is it not? We flit from task to task to task (we? maybe just I) and somehow a month passes, or two, and the thing that was top of mind is infrequently even on the radar. If I’d had a little foresight — seriously, we can all just agree nowContinue reading “A list of books for second-graders.”

Kindergarten first-day retrospective.

There are times when time moves breathtakingly fast. I’m not the person who says: Time slow down! Or: Oh, I wish we could go back! Or: I’m so sad to see my child’s birthday come. If that’s you, I definitely don’t mean to make you feel badly, but for me, this wouldn’t be the answerContinue reading “Kindergarten first-day retrospective.”

A tiny speck in a vast nothingness.

I was reading the story of Quanah Parker and his mother Cynthia Ann Parker the other day (or night, if you know me … I’m a night owl). The book, “Empire of the Summer Moon,” was not a historical fiction book like I usually read. It followed Cynthia Ann Parker, who was captured in TexasContinue reading “A tiny speck in a vast nothingness.”

The prairie’s aura of calm is the vacation from summer break.

This column first appeared in the July 10-11, 2021, issue of the Kearney Hub. (I said I wasn’t doing this anymore, but apparently this wasn’t true in real life.) You can find it on page 5A of the print or e-print edition. My husband and I took a couple hours last week to deliver aContinue reading “The prairie’s aura of calm is the vacation from summer break.”

Your feelings don’t matter — and that’s a good thing.

We finally got to leave for harvest recently. Like many harvesters, we saw the first part of our harvest run somewhat wrecked by weather conditions — drought last summer and fall, continued drought through the winter, the record-setting cold snap, a late freeze and then rain that started just in time to save some ofContinue reading “Your feelings don’t matter — and that’s a good thing.”

Prairie in the title: “Prairie Nocturne.”

I do sometimes choose a book by the cover or the title, or both, and goodness, do I love it when that works out. Case in point: By the time I was halfway through “Prairie Nocturne,” I’d texted my mom, Tara, and two friends to tell them to read it. I concede the dubious qualityContinue reading “Prairie in the title: “Prairie Nocturne.””