
Some Favorite Books:
Travels with Charley by John Steinbeck
Cheyenne Autumn by Mari Sandoz
Graining the Mare; The Poetry of Ranch Women, edited by Tereasa
Jordan
Delights and Shadows by Ted Kooser
Favorite Children's Book: Where the Red Fern Grows
Favorite Color: Peach
Favorite Song: Amazing Grace
Favorite Place: Home
Dream Trips: Travel Ireland, Cruise Alaska, Rail Southern
Canada
Quote Me: Laughter is always
a gift worth giving.
"In the end, we conserve only what we love.
We love only what we understand. We understand only what we are
taught."
Babr Diown
Dioun, Sengalese PoetQuote
I try to balance family, ranching and writing and have a passion
for each of them. My husband Robert and I own his family ranch
in the Black Hills of Wyoming. Ties to land and livestock
have provided a wonderful variety of subjects to journal and
pen. Our family includes three children, seven grandchildren and
one great-granddaughter. All of them live within a ninety-mile
radius of the ranch. Managing family or ranching is like trying
to rope the wind. In Wyoming, the wind is either bringing
a storm or ushering in sunshine. I love the changes, although as
I age, moderate weather is appreciated.
My hobbies include reading, writing, travel, and genealogy.
Poetry Appearing in Anthologies:
Wyoming Fence Lines, An Anthology of Prose and
Poetry, Wyoming Humanities Council, 2007
In the Shadow of the
Bear Lodge, Editor, Bearlodge Writers, Many Kites Crazy Woman Creek:
Women Rewrite the American West, Houghton Mifflin, 2004 Hard Ground IV: Writing
the Rockies, Pronghorn Press, 2003 Woven on the Wind:
Women Write about Friendship in the Sagebrush West, Houghton Mifflin,
2001 Trail Dust: A Limited
Edition Collection of Western Poetry, WY Agricultural Leadership
Council, 2000 Awards and Recognition: Literary Reviews, Magazines, Journal
Publications, and Newspapers: Ties That Bind Branding I suppose it was the food, not acrid smoke,
bruised limbs rope-burned hands, bawling calves Funerals I suppose it was the food that gave us strength when laying friend
and neighbor Haying It was talk of hoppers and weevil as butter flowed like lava down the
mountain of potatoes Fall The Gather, bawling cows and calves, anxious eyes scanned weights at
home and Weddings I suppose it was the food, spiked punch, nuts, and too-sweet mints Winter Howling winds, frozen hands spread hay to cows not all our own I suppose it was the food, grown with our hands, watered with our
sweat Love Poems I have a friend, a poet, I sigh, My husband’s poetry, a back rub, .
Press, 2006
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin', Gibbs Smith,
2001
WyoPoets, Wyoming Paintbrush, 2007
Wyoming Arts Council Fellowship Honorable Mention, 2006
WyoPoets National Contest: First Place and Honorable Mention,
2006
WYOPoets Chapbook, Wind Whispers Down Wyoming, 2005
WYOPoets National Contest, Honorable Mention, 2003
WYOPoets National Contest, Honorable Mention, 2002
WYOPoets Chapbook, Seasons of Wyoming, 2002
Featured Poet at the 2007 Alzada Cowboy Poetry, Music and Art Show
Guest Poet at the Matthews Opera House feature, Stars Shine, 2008
Owen Wister Review, University of Wyoming, 2007
Wyoming Rural Electric News Magazine: 1999, 1998, 1995, 1993,
1992
Farm Journal: 1993
Cow Country: 1995, 1992, 1991, 1990
Wyoming Livestock Roundup, Sundance Times, Moorcroft Leader,
Billings GazetteExcerpt of Writing
no, it was Naomi’s rhubarb pie, Eva’s biscuits, Ethel’s angel food cake,
Margie’s tender ham
and it was fellowship, laughter as we heaped our plates concern for rain
between bites of corn
like woven saddle blankets, each year we plied skeins of friendship over
coffee
to rest
remembering stories of his youth, his hand with a horse, his laughter
frustrations cooled over Iced Tea, sunburn healed with lemonade, fatigue
melted with frosting on chocolate cake sharing hay or grain when crops
were short as tempers.
neighbors
shipping, sale day, sweat day, hamburgers at home or restaurant steak
depending on the buyer’s wallet
shivaree, rice among the autumn leaves and naughty humor sealed the
neighborhood blessing
fences snapped with weight of snow. Relief was a trip to town where
coffee mingled with a welcome visit to speak of spring and calving
that tied the fellowship, nurtured with humility, heartaches and
triumphs
who writes love poems to his wife.
then smile.
and forty-six years of laugh lines.