I’m on a job assignment for VistaComm in SW Kansas this week, and my destination took me down U.S. 160 through the beautiful Gypsum Hills. I captured a photo at nearly every town along the way. Enjoy!
Argonia, Kansas
Danville, Kansas
Harper, Kansas
Attica, Kansas
Sharon, Kansas
Medicine Lodge, Kansas
Coldwater, Kansas
Protection, Kansas
Ashland, Kansas
Meade, Kansas
The most remote road I’d ever driven. 40 minutes with no other traffic. No power lines. No homes. Empty space. Beautiful.
Grub for the road. Yes, I ate the whole bag.
Are we there yet?
I came across this image the week before I left my job. I didn’t know where those horses were going, but I wanted to find out. I wanted…this.
One year ago, I had a vision, although I couldn’t see it clearly at the time. I really couldn’t see anything clearly at that time…except the exit sign. I was beyond my capacity, and when something had to give, I chose my career. Faced with either watching my life slip away while I kept pace on the treadmill, or pulling the safety key and watching my career come to a grinding halt, I chose to take my life off autopilot. And you know what? It was really scary at first. While the 8-5 (+) keeps you going at a rapid speed, it also gives you structure. For …
My young cousin’s room is decked out in space gear, including her fan.
Above her head circle the blades of a space-themed ceiling fan, while in her mind swirl dreams of scientific exploration and discovering the heavens. She is 11, and just beginning to formulate goals and aspirations for the big world outside her home. She wants to “shoot for the moon, because even if you miss, you’ll still land among the stars.” At this crucial age, this time of ripe learning with an untarnished view of everything her future has to offer, the sky really is the limit. But how can she tap into this potential? How can she test her dreams against reality? How will she ever know if she really can shoot for the moon?
A grainy cell phone picture captured a piece of this memory.
My ears throb. My throat aches. My head swims. A sinus and ear infection has rendered momma weak. I flop onto the couch. Dressed in a t-shirt, my husband’s mesh shorts, and an oversize lavender fleece robe, I am a picture of motherly frump. I feel tired. And while my sweet husband cooks a hearty breakfast and brings me a hot cup of coffee (fixed just how I like it), I can’t help but pout a little. I have so much to get done this weekend. Laundry, oh, the laundry. And mopping and scrubbing and well, more laundry. And there are fun things, too, like a friend’s bachelorette party.
But right now, I just sit. Head leaned back into our soft, paisley-pattern couch, legs relaxed, arms …
Our friends at Chungaboo (an innovative, family-owned and oriented publishing company that creates highly interactive, educational content), are so excited about their new eBook, The Well, that they’re generously giving three Mom on the Range readers a set of three e-books (Teya Toucan & Youcan Too!, The Color Door, and The Well). These books are not only beautiful, but educational and interactive. The best of all worlds. Here’s a little about each book:
Teya Toucan & Youcan Too!
Teya Toucan is a beautifully animated ABC rhyming story that combines an animal adventure with the excitement of learning how to read. This interactive story will leap from the pages and touch your heart. Perfect for children ages 5-10, yet simple enough for toddlers to comprehend, enhanced content throughout the book will challenge kids as they learn …
Seeing the ends of her golden hair gathered into a lavender ponytail holder, I had to choke back emotion. “It’s just hair, honey,” I assured her. “It will grow back.” My preschooler has been begging me to let her get her hair cut “just like mommy’s,” but I’ve been dragging my feet. Why? Well, I was worried she might change her mind. Or, more likely, that I would regret snipping off those sweet tendrils that used to brush up against my cheek when I was rocking her to sleep as a baby. These were her first curls, which had now grown into an unmanageable mane. Her hair had grown down to her shoulder blades, and she didn’t have the patience or desire to keep it maintained. Every morning was a struggle.
“Don’t brush my hair! No! It HURTS! Leave …