Raising Daughters

raising girls and letting go

Raising Girls and Letting Go

Having children means learning to let go. (sigh) Last week, Brennan and I loaded the truck and trailer with 4...

What Will You Remember?

Dear Daughter, When we visit the South, I watch you with the southern girls you meet. You’re so funny and...

You’re Fifteen – How Can That Be?

You’re Fifteen. How can that be? I look at you now and you’re taller than me. You’re riding colts and...

Sunday My Heart was A Singin’

Spring is busy here. A boatload of horses in for training, calves to brand, irrigating and traveling for clinics. Feels...

A Different Kind of Needed

  Dear Daughter, I watch you growing up and notice our relationship changing. Gone are the days of you needing...