Rural Writer - The Blog
Stories, interviews and insights
from a country living perspective
How a person practices self-care is a personal thing.
I like to arrive early to my classroom. It provides me time to collect my thoughts, prep my room, and feel prepared to start my day.
It also gives me time to sort through my emails and...
(This story was first publish in July 2021 when my blog was on different platform. I thought it was a timely story so wanted to continue to share it.)
Let me start by apologizing. Seems I’ve done too much of that lately. Apologizing for not...
My mother-in-law is planning a trip to Hawaii next month. She’s never been there before and despite the drain on her savings, she’s excited about going.
She’s 81 years old and stepping out of her comfort zone.
I want to be like...
I am fortunate to know all the families on our six-mile stretch of country road. We have an unwritten code of supporting each other whenever we can.
Last summer, a couple of my neighbors needed to get their kids to swimming lessons, so I...
A simple tool for improving clarity and focus.
I cannot remember exactly how I heard about Anna Celestino, the author of “Igniting Change.” Destiny set our paths to cross is all I can say.
Just at a time when I was going through a...
“A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also in the past in the guise of fond memories.” — Honore de Balzac
When Charley Pride started singing about San Anton, my husband reached over...
Beat the winter blahs by doing something different!
Winter can be so boring. Short days and long dark nights coupled with cold, nasty weather, do little to inspire us.
It’s so easy to fall into the familiar territory known as our...
It has long been my goal to turn my writing into a career. I’m not sure where I got the idea that working from home would be easy just because I live in the country. I honestly thought I would have hours to devote to composing content.
The...
(This story is dedicated to our beloved, Freddy who crossed the rainbow bridge this fall.)
Life changes are not horseplay.
“What the hell’s the matter with that horse?” yelled my husband.
It had happened without warning....
A short story about Self Awareness
Eva stared out the window as she dialed the phone. Against the dawn-lit hillside, the silhouette of a solitary mare stood backed up to a wooden fence post, an old boundary marker long forgotten, yet rooted in...