When you’re in the throes of motherhood and you can’t see an end in sight, sometimes you feel as though you’ll never make it out of the trenches with a shred of sanity.
Out here things move at a slower pace. There’s no hustle or bustle, no busy streets or stop lights. We don’t have a Starbucks on every corner and the nearest Target is more than 100 miles away.
One horse, two dogs, and little ol’ me – we set out on a cool morning last week to gather several hundred pairs (cows + their calves) from a few hundred-acre pasture and move them to a fresh pasture.
I am a wife, mother, rancher, writer, and owner of this here website. But believe it or not, I haven’t always been those things. And to be honest, I didn’t step into some of these roles very willingly.
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