There is a thing that happens when you are a writer and something really bad is happening (like, for instance, a global pandemic). People ask you if you’ve been writing. The...
There are many spots on the floor in my kitchen where the linoleum is worn through and I can see the wood underneath it and I’m sure when people see it...
There is (well I guess now I need to say was) an open field near my farm. Since I was a kid it has looked the same – a ten-acre grass...
Matt Rosendale says he is a rancher. He also says he is a straight shooter. I think, however, he might be a little confused as to what a rancher is and...
A young mule deer buck walks westward in the open prairie. There is no cover for either of us. He had seen me earlier and wasn’t alarmed by my presence. Him...
Young willow trees slap me in the face as I weave my way through the island. I can’t see more than two feet in front of me even with my headlamp...
I started this website with a very specific purpose; to write to people in southeast Montana about the issues the media wasn’t covering regarding the Tongue River Railroad and Otter Creek...
The following, hands down, is the most common phone call I receive. Ring…ring…ring. Me: Hello? My mother: Your goats are out. They are (eating my garden/eating my trees/eating the neighbors garden/eating the...
This is the Little Dude. He was a quadruplet. His mom died and we raised him as a bottle baby. Needless to say, he is a permanent addition to the farm. The...