Gone Fishin’…or Somethin’

Hello, all! I hope everyone’s summer is off to a great start. I wanted to drop a little note here to let you know I’m going to be offline and on a bit of a vacation for a couple of weeks. I haven’t forgotten you, just recharging the batteries. Be well, and be happy. alisa

Why Cowboys Don’t Get Fat & Why Monkey Bar Gym Is Dumb

My cowboy is 53 years old, and he eats like a teenager — which is to say he eats a lot, and much of it is red meat, full-fat cheese, eggs, butter and bread. He should be fat and sickly, if you believe common nutritional wisdom in the nation right now. But he’s not. In [...]

Cowboy in Training

So, we’re living in our new house in the city, my son and I. The cowboy came up from the ranch last weekend to help do things like install the gas dryer, teaching my son as he went. Yesterday, two days after the cowboy left the city to go back to the ranch, my kid [...]

Better in the Old Days

Before I met the cowboy, I was a typical progressive who  thought the only things that were better in the “old days” were water and air. Everything else was oppressive and demeaning and needed changing. But I have started to realize there are lots of things that were better in the past. Some of these [...]

Victories & Commitment

Amazing. One day after I posted about the Dept. of Labor’s bill seeking to ban children from participating in work on farms and ranches, the department announced it had withdrawn the bill and would not reintroduce it. I’m glad Labor Secretary Hilda Solis heard the outcry from rural families about how damaging such a law [...]

March Madness, Men, Women and Business

So, I’m in a conference call “room,” waiting for all the other participants to join. The call is about Hollywood stuff. Movie stuff. I’m usually eager and early to those sorts of things. Just picture me there, perched on the edge of my seat, my eyes wide, my tail ready to wag. Are we there [...]

How Spongebob Squarepants Made My Son Afraid of Cowboys

A year ago, when I first began dating the cowboy, my son was mortified at the suggestion he accompany me to the ranch for a weekend. “Mom!” he cried. “I can’t go down there with you. I won’t.” “Why not?” I asked. “Why can’t you understand?” he whined. “I’m not one of those people! I [...]

Highlights of My Los Angeles Trip with The Cowboy

On Sunday the cowboy and I flew to Los Angeles on business. Here are a few of the highlights. The cowboy drives four hours to pick me up and takes us to the airport in his Ford pickup, only to realize once we get there that he’s left his identification in the Dodge, back on [...]

Exhaling at the Ranch

I love Terry McMillan’s novel, Waiting to Exhale. I especially love how deftly McMillan captured the sense of anxiety in an unsettled life by describing breathing. Or not breathing. Holding your breath. Letting it out. During the week, in town, I hold my breath. It is one big dive through the complexities of the deep [...]

8 Signs You’re a City Girl in Love With an Actual Cowboy

1. You buy things for him at the store that you would never have been caught dead buying before. Like Copenhagen, single-malt scotch, and Western Horseman magazine. 2. You find yourself humming tunes by a man named Ian Tyson, who you’d previously never heard of but now can’t seem to hear enough of. This also [...]

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