South Dakota shepherd with a love for writing, theology, and photography
Recent Posts
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How I got my name
I get asked this question all the time. It has a lot to do with a red New Holland Combine. In the 1980’s farm crisis, land was dirt cheap. Ag land values plummeted, and interest rates soared. Many farmers and ranchers couldn’t make payments on ag loans. Creditors took possession of family farms and ranches…
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I would make a poor matador.
Last Saturday I checked into the unconscious hotel for minute or two. I was just starting to enjoy my stay, flying in the clouds, when I awoke to a mouthful of dirt. My dad was holding my head, mumbling desperate prayers to Jesus, asking me if I knew where I was. “The ranch?” I heard…
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Melting point poetry – for the spiritually frozen
Melting point Help me let you melt me –When I can’t feel –When thick layers of apathy cover an ocean of living water.I’m sick of skating atop the surface–Pretending I’m walking on waves. I’ve tried to break the ice myself –simulated religious experience to no effect.–preached about the sea while frozen solid.My angry axe never…
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Why I don’t go fishing : an extended metaphor
When academia isn’t enough
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Packing
Lately, I have this anxious feeling. It’s like I’m about to miss a flight—spending too much time packing, rushing around making sure I pack all the right things for my trip to the future. Meanwhile, I never actually board the plane because I can’t pack perfectly. This reminds me of a trip my friends and…
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Sheep are Generous Creatures
Some people don’t like to work with sheep. I don’t blame them. They can be infuriating little creatures, especially if you’re trying to herd them. They’re always getting themselves in some kind of trouble it seems (There’s a reason why us humans are compared to sheep so much in the Bible). On the ranch we…
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Rugged Individualism Isn’t That Great
Before I met my husband, I was beginning to like the idea of me being single with no friends, living a Thoreauvian kind of life by myself in a sheep wagon: writing poems about dirt, doing stand up comedy for my border collie, not worrying about the negative side effects that inevitably come from being…
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Mirror Prayer
A birthday poem
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Women Ranchers
Three reasons why I didn’t think I could be a rancher
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Divine Invitation
I believe God is revealed in nature. That’s one of the ways God revealed Himself to me about 5 years ago. Riding out on the ranch by myself, I couldn’t escape God’s glory. It seemed to shout at me through these giant skies; His existence became so obvious to me, that I couldn’t keep enjoying…
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Prairie Eden
Out of a dry winter, blades of grass poke through the soil and stretch to the sun. I think I knew this would happen eventually, but I couldn’t believe it. All winter I stared into an opaque crystal ball – white as a blind eye and cold as a blizzard. The perpetual gray plagued my…
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I Like Small
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Sentel Schreier 