Little Pasture on the Prairie

As I have described many times before, I am better than no help at all around the ranch, but sometimes only barely. I’ve become increasingly confident and competent over the decade of living here, but there is still and always will be, a lot to learn.

Extending the Golden Hour

When I was a young physician, we talked with almost religious zeal about the “Golden Hour.” Early on, this principally focused on the idea that within the first hour after an injury, a patient needed to receive definitive treatment in order to maximize the chances of survival, and recovery.

Little Pasture on the Prairie

We’ve now entered that vast stretch of time postholidays when the majority of winter still lies ahead and we have only the brief festivities of Valentine’s Day to break up the short, cold days.

Stray Thoughts: Street-level philosophy

It seems reasonable to assume that rabbits are not responsible for most of the major great bits of philosophical thought on earth. I mean, they just don’t have the brains for it.

The Other Skin Cancer

When people talk about skin cancer the type that most people think about is melanoma. This skin cancer follows the ABCDE rules for diagnosis. A – Asymmetry, B – irregular Border, C – more than 1 Color, D – Diameter more than 6 mm, and E – expanding in size.

LOOKING BACK

News from past issues of the Timber Lake and Isabel newspapers Timber Lake Topic January 19, 1933 News from Nearby There is considerable agitation for a flour mill at Dupree and it looks as if what is needed is some one to push the proposition.

Grief and Love

Writing about grief is like writing about life—huge! Where does one start? It is like describing love: basically impossible.

Little Pasture on the Prairie

After several mild winters in a row, this winter is apparently intent on testing our mettle. Snow came early and has fallen often, accompanied by dangerously cold and high winds.

Stray Thoughts: Resolution

It is often the case that when we don’t know why our long-lost friends got lost in the first place, or why those who once visited now choose not to, it could be that some level of miscue... a miscommunication has occurred in which we were the perpetrator.

A prayer at Christmas

Here’s a prayer to those keeping our dreams alive And to those who don’t listen and don’t care And to those who failed to see in us What we had to prove to them was always there A prayer to those who kept their eye on us And made sure that we got it right For those who made us do the...