Mine is a simple life as a wife, momma, homemaker, teacher, and country girl. Out here in these tangled inter-webs I’m a story-teller, photographer, and part-time poet. But, I haven’t always been…
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I was born in a small, central Montana town, smack-dab in the middle of winter. For a while my family lived in a single-wide trailer parked out in my grandpa’s pasture. Hey, I just realized that my meager beginnings sound like lyrics to a country song. I sorta like that.
My salvation comes from the very grace of Jesus Christ. I am a well-loved daughter of the King of kings. I tromped through a whole lot of manure for 31 years prior to meeting God; thankfully He pulled me out of the muck and mire and set my feet on the right path.
Now, I chase after Him like a wild thing. I run, I stumble, and I sometimes fall, but I always get back up. If you want to know His love, but don’t yet, tell me please, cause I gladly will make the introductions.
Many years ago, an old-timer at my grandpa’s funeral took me aside and said, “Your granddaddy showed me everything you ever wrote for him. Miss, one day you are gonna come back here and tell something of his story.” I cannot recall the rancher man’s name, but his words struck something in the deep downs of my inky heart. Before he leaned in and touched his wrinkles and whiskers to my ear as he spoke, I’d already filled up a few notebooks. So, that’s what I’m doing here — sharing bits o’ me with you.
I married my high school best friend and sweetheart. We have a kiddo and multiple critters. I drive a beat-up Dodge with mud flaps that are bigger than those little hybrid cars. I use bailing twine and duct tape to fix most anything.
I rather enjoy clipping clothes to the line. I’ve upgraded from lawn chairs in the living room to a 20-year-old, slip-covered love seat. I don’t beat around the bush. Even if I disagree with ya on a matter, I’ll extend you curtesy and respect — I expect the same in return. In college I was often referred to as a “closet granola” girl.
I don’t keep up with the Jones’s; heck, I cannot even keep up with my own self. I don’t own a TV, but I still own an 8-track player and turntable. I value our country’s Constitution; I appreciate soldiers (and their families) who’ve defended freedom both home and abroad. The punching bag apparatus in the barn is mine; I enjoy kicking the heavy bag and I get a kick out of whirring the speed bag.
I find these things highly acceptable: aprons, cooking, two-stepping, green smoothies, driving fast on country roads, baking bread, cut-off jeans, working in the garden, canning, big dogs, dirt, cowboy hats, rodeos, homemade lemonade with honey, screen doors, starry nights, feeding my friends, puppy licks & puppy breath, wildflowers, my husband & my son. And above all, I love God.
I only use the automatic settings on my camera. Shock! Gasp! I am a simple girl, a self-professed techno-nitwit, and I don’t give one hairy hoot what the “Digital Photography for Dummies” book says. I dare not venture beyond the little green box on my camera dial because I may suffer from a technological-thought-process-implosion. And friends, that is not something you wanna see.
Nonetheless, through this self-taught art of digital photography, I capture little bits of God’s great glory in the ordinary things of my simple countrified life.
I have a couple of Bachelor of Science degrees in health education so I know what I’m talking ’bout in the food aisle and health department. I am a high-raw, vegan and I know firsthand what it is to improve one’s health by eating this way.
Basically, I write from my tender warrior heart and fly by the seat of my Wranglers.