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.””

Strawberry moonshine.

One would assume the strawberry supermoon is thusly named because of its color. In fact, nope. It’s a supermoon because it’s a full moon at perigee and it’s strawberry because June is when strawberries ripen, so the June full moon is always a strawberry moon, color of strawberries or not. I set out to takeContinue reading “Strawberry moonshine.”

A few words on a Wednesday morning.

The oldest has a job for a neighbor this summer, and this week is Westmark’s VBS, meaning I can wake up one kid and send him off, then wake up four more kids and drive almost two miles and leave them off, and get three hours — three blessed hours — to myself (though admittedlyContinue reading “A few words on a Wednesday morning.”

Things I love about summer.

I’m glad the prairie is a place with seasonal change — there’s something about that seasonal change that is invaluable for perspective. And while each season has its high points, somehow I’ve settled into a strong preference for this one. It is missing some good things (*cough* school *cough*) and has some annoyances (ugh, humidity!)Continue reading “Things I love about summer.”

We are God’s disaster bread.

Every year we save a little of the wheat we harvest. My mom, Dianne, has a flour mill, and she grinds the wheat into whole-wheat flour, which she uses to make bread. My mom’s bread is kind of locally famous. If there’s a food event, bread is what she brings. It’s what people expect andContinue reading “We are God’s disaster bread.”