I can plow the field, plant the corn, milk the cow, churn the butter, break a colt, bale the hay, birth a calf, and rustle up a darn good meal using my cast iron skillet. These are the things I like to write about—my farmgirl memories right up to being a  “modern countrywoman,” as my daughter describes me today.  I like to share my farmgirl memories and my countrywoman “life lessons” So Here’s the Thing...that all began in 1962!

This is the ongoing story of how I got here today!