Buckaroogirl

Dear Cowgirl,   You’re only a pre-teen, a teenager. A young girl. Please, please do not let others bring you down.   You are at a point in your life when everything in this world can feel like it’s out to get you, like it’s all crashing down.   You are at a point when...

Dear Cowgirl, This is a reminder that all women have love handles. We all have a secret pair of jeans in the back of the closet that we keep “just for when” we loose that extra weight.   All women have bad breath in the morning, messy hair and left over mascara on their cheeks...

Dear Cowgirl, Ignore the nonsense. Snuggle more. Get rid of your TV, or buy the complete collection of Tom Selleck movies. Work hard and play even harder. Let your loved ones help you when they offer. Stop saying yes so much. Cook for yourself. Read something challenging. Hike up a mountain. Dance to an 80s...

Dear Cowgirl, I see you. I feel you. You are the girl that just doesn’t “fit” anywhere. You’re in between sizes, in between successes, in between elation and giving up. In your mind, you’re not a failure but not yet victorious. You’re unable to relate to anyone completely, and your story doesn’t align with enough...

Dear Cowgirl, Do you ever stop and think, “Wow, I’ve made it this far!” Some days, you wake up and slide on cold denim and worn boots, feeling defeated and waiting for something better. Some days, the prospect of the sun rising feels like too much to handle… But on those hard days, those ones...

Dear cowgirl, Strikes me that we could learn a lot from a log cabin. I don’t mean one of those fancy new ones with the plastic logs – I mean the solid, stood-the-test-of-time homesteads. The ones carved out of harsh country and hard work.  What if we approached our lives like a homestead? Like these old cabins...

Dear Cowgirl,  Stop it.   Stop trying to please them.  Him.  Her.  It.  Everyone.  Stop thinking you have to be perfect.  Stop questioning your own heart.  Stop wondering why you aren’t “there,” and love your “here.”  I know there’s so much pressure, stress… real life.   I know bills need to be paid, relationships maintained, and needs met.   I know the truck...

Dear Cowgirl,  Letters began flowing in last week. Mothers. Women with stretch-marks who are afraid their worth lies in the smoothness of their skin or the color of their eyebrows.  It breaks my heart. I read the letters while eating bacon and drinking a beer.  It’s my favorite breakfast.  I sift through the letters of...