I hate flying! But I pray, cowgirl-up and do it anyhow. Not long ago, I found myself sitting in the Spokane International Airport typing away on my laptop, working on my new book, keeping my attention on all things grounded. Like not flying. I was happy with what I’d been writing thus far when the…
Welcome to the 2nd annual Cowboys and Christmas Blog Tour! Raising funds and awareness for the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund Ring in the Holidays with a Helping Hand November 1 through December 24, ten percent of the net proceeds from all Shanna Hatfield book sales will be donated to the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund. The…
As part of our 2015 Women Writing the West Conference in Redmond, Oregon, conference co-chairs Jane Kirkpatrick and Shanna Hatfield offered members the opportunity to tour the High Desert Museum, which is located near Bend. The museum opened in 1982. It was founded by Donald M. Kerr, a native of Portland, and brings regional wildlife, culture, art and natural…
Have you ever wanted to write? Fiction? Non-fiction? Short Stories? Memoir? About women and girls in the west…west of the Mississippi? I recently came back from our WWW conference in Redmond, OR. What a trip! I mean both journey and event. I met agents and editors, I was the committee chair for this year’s…
Let “er Buck! Have you attended the Pendleton Round-Up before in Pendleton, OR? This past week, my friend and western woman poet and author Kathy Moss, A.K. Moss, and I participated as vendors. What a ride! I attended the 100th anniversary round-up with my husband and father in 2010, and the Round-Up sure did…
Crawfish Races Coyote – Small Lake in the Area Arrow Lakes Legend Told by Martin Louie Colville Confederated Tribal Member and Elder Coyote was teasing Crawfish because he was so slow and because he walked sideways. Crawfish argued he was not slow, but indeed very fast. Coyote laughed, gave him a long look,…
I Am a Horsewoman I am a horsewoman filled with grace and grit I wonder what we’ll discover today I hear a soft whicker in the distance I see a black mane and tale, white star and legs, soft, dark eye I want to strive for feel, timing and balance I am a…
I went to retrieve my dad last Monday night. Nine days have passed and the area fires surround us. Smoke hovers, winds blow, people pack. Fires blaze in all directions, but the town I live in is still the safety with the farthest fire 15 miles away and across the Columbia River. Thirty miles north…
I had my day planned. A day of rest after a week of hard colt riding and three days of hosting a cowgirl retreat at my ranch. The morning allowed me to catch up on Women Writing the West correspondence and conference committee follow-ups. With all of that done, I planned to eat and get…
For the first time in 25 years, our youngest son is moving away. Marshall recently graduated from Eastern Washington University with a middle school teaching degree in science. He’d sent numerous job applications to schools in the Spokane, WA area, which is close to us, but came up empty. He recently applied for a job…
Do horses really teach anything? Or do they merely cost the owner tons of money with feed and vet bills? After working with youth in 4-H, including one of my own, and now having my grandchildren around horses, I believe they teach kids many valuable life lessons. In fact here are eight of those horse…
Research fascinates me. I love it because most of my research is face to face or over the phone interviews with Colville Tribal Members. In the past, many had been elders. Some of them are friends and some of family members. Some have passed away. Because I’m married to a Colville tribal member, I am…
For the past two years, I’ve been the secretary for Women Writing the West (WWW). This was no stretch after years of various PTO (Parent Teacher and Other), 4-H Leader, and School Board Member positions and offices. Skills and confidence for this nationally recognized organization slid right into place. Then, I was asked to come…
This past Saturday, I climbed back in the saddle. I hadn’t ridden Cash since our fence flipping fiasco. That morning I woke up nervous. Butterflies clung and clawed at my stomach. I withdrew at breakfast, and that’s when my husband asked if I was scared. I nodded my head and tears flowed. He came…
Welcome Arletta Dawdy! I’m thrilled to have Arletta with us on the blog today. She’s a member of Women Writing the West and terrific author. CP: Tell us a little bit about yourself. Where you live, work, hobbies, etc. AD: Hello, Carmen and thank you for inviting me to your blog. I live in…
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