books – This Prairie Life.

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.”

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.””

All the news that is news.

Leo the gold-plated cat continues his reign as King House Cat. He is in as much as he is out, but as long as we don’t have a recurrence of mice in the house because he’s getting too lazy, I’m going to put up with it. Once in a while I luck out with aContinue reading “All the news that is news.”

“American Harvest” and other reading.

For our farm family with school children and cows, winter holds few respites from being busy, but when they happen, we do know how to handle it. We read. Some of us prefer World War II — fiction for one, personal histories for another. We’ve got one who’s into stereotypical Westerns and another who’s deepContinue reading ““American Harvest” and other reading.”