A Farm Girl at Heart…sans Shoes
I hate wearing shoes. I know it’s so stereotypically West Virginian, but I do not wear shoes unless I absolutely… Read More
I hate wearing shoes. I know it’s so stereotypically West Virginian, but I do not wear shoes unless I absolutely… Read More
Back when I was a wanna-be hippy mama in the late ‘70s and early ‘80s, I was an urban farmer.… Read More
How many vacations have you ridden along with me…vicariously? If you’ve been around very long, you’ll know I don’t do… Read More
We made it back to West Virginia, safe and sound..thank you, God! But, we absolutely couldn’t go home without seeing… Read More
I don’t think I have ever seen as much corn as I have in the last two days. All of… Read More
Yesterday was a challenge. First, I was still so wound up from the wedding and the super long drive home,… Read More
When I first moved to Colorado, Denver was a cow town compared to what it is today. In 1975, the… Read More
Last night was amazing. Every fear and trepidation I had beforehand dissipated as soon as we pulled into the driveway… Read More
We left Ridgway yesterday saying goodbye to our friends, Linda and Jim. We both choked up…goodbyes have always been difficult… Read More
Yesterday was my ME day. I told Linda when we arrived that honestly all I was looking for was her… Read More