WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- We all have our struggles in life. These days, mine come in swarms, and in wild, unruly clusters. My husband’s come with feathers, dive-bombing at my...
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- When Dad was recovering in the hospital this winter, the wind howling and blowing snow across the glow of the streetlights, we took turns sitting with...
Living and working out here on the ranch can be a balancing act for everyone. And regardless of the long days of summer, it seems we’re still always in a hurry – to get the fence fixed before we move the cows west and the cows moved before the sun goes down and supper made before midnight.
By the time you read this, the music will be over, the crowds will have cleared, the stage rolled out, all hands shaken and hugs given, saying look how far we’ve come. By the time you read this, Watford City, N.D., my hometown, will have taken her first step into the next 100 years a little worn and sunburned, full from all those roast beef sandwiches and scotcharoos, happy to have come together on behalf of a milestone, trucks and horse trailers, tractors and SUVs waiting their turn at busy intersections, back to work, back to work, back to work now.
During the first few months of our lives back at the ranch, my favorite thing about having no set plans was that I could drink my coffee out of a real cup in the morning.
Last week, at the end of a hot and humid Memorial Day weekend, a tornado touched down 5 miles south of Watford City.
WATFORD CITY, N.D. -- She stood on the edge of a stage facing a dimmed room. In the back, the coffee had been poured, the sugar cookies placed neatly on...
We were told not to go swimming in the beaver dam behind the house, the dam tucked down between the steep banks of the tree-littered coulee. The one with the most frogs and water bugs and mystery.
I don’t remember the first time I was on a horse. I was too young, I suppose. It was possibly in my dad’s lap, my little body wedged in behind his arm and the saddle horn as he maneuvered us around the barnyard, three creatures combined, connected and moving slowly, feeling out our world.
When the ground thaws at the ranch, all the creatures that flew away, crawled into nooks to sleep, migrated south or played dead on the windowsill of the house start warming up, coming to life and emerging.