The monster at the end — oh, wait.

“These unprecedented times” — how many times have you heard it this year? The goal of the phrase is to astound us all into paralysis with the sheer momentousness of that fact that we’re alive right now: How can we possibly be normal humans living our lives during these unprecedented times? Obviously we can’t, becauseContinue reading “The monster at the end — oh, wait.”

Home on the range, with buffalo.

The first couple weeks of September signal fall for me more than the solstice does. Kids have been going to school a while — thankfully, this is true for our district, knock on wood — and the week of Labor Day often is host to the last super hot days of the summer. At ourContinue reading “Home on the range, with buffalo.”

Summer already.

Ah, summer. Summer is my jam. Never have to grab a jacket, hands and feet always warm enough, plenty of daylight — perfect. This particular summer came in on little cat feet, I think. We know by looking at our phones that the numbers assigned to days are still advancing, yet most activities that defineContinue reading “Summer already.”

No, 2019 wasn’t pretty.

The short time between finishing taxes and starting calving is typically the time of year when I have the most optimism, the most hope, and the biggest daydreams. There’s a little space — a little breathing room to read with opportunity in mind, to consider ideas. Last year’s bomb cyclone shut that down. A yearContinue reading “No, 2019 wasn’t pretty.”

A whole lot of awesome.

Our family’s Christmas trees are pretty awesome. Multicolored incandescent lights illuminate the things our kids made in school and the ornaments gifted over the last 43 years from my aunt and uncle in California. We hang a chosen few ornaments from my and my husband’s grandparents’ collections, and some retired Chrismons from the church whereContinue reading “A whole lot of awesome.”

A book about Nebraska.

This Soils and Streams column first appeared in the Dec. 14, 2019, issue of the Kearney Hub. This is one that didn’t make it into the online edition. Bah. Consider a gift to your community fund — really In the spring semester of 1997, I was a junior at the best place for me, BethanyContinue reading “A book about Nebraska.”

Work. Work everywhere.

This Soils and Streams column first appeared in the Sept. 14, 2019, issue of the Kearney Hub. It was above the flag on 1A, which is a little ridiculous, but there you have it. Farm families face historic struggles I have thought a lot about work recently. A couple of our daughters decided in theContinue reading “Work. Work everywhere.”

Cannot make this up.

Pretty crazy how simply rotating toys back out of the basement can enthrall the small people. Today we unearthed four doll-strolling devices, and the strolling not only has not ceased in the intervening hours, it even attracted the boy’s attention. I suppose no one should go tell his classmates. This afternoon, the girls played duck-duck-gooseContinue reading “Cannot make this up.”

A reminder of why.

What do you tell a daughter who wants “Wacky Wednesday” when you want breakfast? You say, “Go ask your sister.” And then three girls read it together and you say a small prayer of thankfulness for small blessings and take their picture. I suspect she who wanted “Wacky Wednesday” is going to be very literallyContinue reading “A reminder of why.”

Ballerinas? Not convinced.

Tuesday morning, Raina taught herself to ride Sadie’s bike (formerly Monica’s bike; thank you, Monica!). I then got the opportunity to take off all the training wheels except on Anna’s princess bike (thank you, Farah!) Tuesday afternoon, we had a parade. Kindly humor me by clicking on the car to see how fun the photoContinue reading “Ballerinas? Not convinced.”