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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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Women Ranchers
Three reasons why I didn’t think I could be a rancher
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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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Sometimes life is messy tangled interactions weave an intricate existence of who what wheres and often no whys simple situations yield significant change or not sometimes
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Thank goodness people only think of themselves
Even as I write this I wonder what they’ll think. but I’ve observed myself enough to know I wont lose sleep As the skipping stone briefly pauses Half a moment place to place Attention spans don’t linger long memories live to sink. So forgive me when I don’t remember yours be…
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Words
You think our exchange of words a passing formality A ball bounced off unaffected pavement and not injected into my inescapable body Did you know your words have eternal shelf life in these cranial aisles? I am the preservative of foreign thoughts imported from places I’ve never been But I am not entirely ungrateful With…
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Technology Rant
I was writing a meaningless Facebook birthday post the other day when I realized how I’m a complete and utter slave to other people. My slave driver,technology, chides me to do wordy tasks for people in order to keep up my public image of kindness (?). Technology has made it so incredibly easy to slight…
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The Spanish healthquisition
HEY. I spent a majority of the day recounting my sins in the purgatory tractor so I feel like confessing. One of the biggest sins I found I had done is lying. LYING. Let me explain this dent in character real fast. When I first got home this summer I was falling asleep all the…
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Today.
My subconscious is cruel in dreamland. It always pits me against actual real life fears and struggles. For example, on our ranch there’s bunches of really really tough gates. And by tough I mean the wire is so tight you wanna cry. Especially if the gates were put in by our menonite friends who are…
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A series of unfortunate employments
Is growing up simply the process of discovering how awful seemingly redeemable people are? Our ranch has gone through an unbelievable amount of hired help with each person usually only lasting up to a year. My dad is a sucker for a backslid soul that has allegedly found God, changed completely, has no money, and…
Sentel Schreier 