Rouge That Doesn’t Rub Off and Serving Dinner in a Dress
Every time I travel back to Lonesome Prairie, I am so acutely aware of its appropriate name. Growing up there didn’t seem all that lonely, as it was what we knew, and of course, school and activities made a difference. I respect the women who live in these remote areas and I think of their unique challenges when it comes to healthcare, childcare, connections, and the multitude of tasks on their plates. It makes me grateful for the farm and ranch women who paved the way.
My mom told me a story about my grandmother Ellen, a dairy wife in c...