Little Pasture on the Prairie

Last night, I couldn’t sleep. The wind was howling with a voice it usually reserves for winter and lashing rain so forcefully against the windows I kept thinking it must be hail. All my tomato starts were lined up beside the house covered with a blanket. Would they still be alive in the morning?

Stray Thoughts: Under the Dog Tags

I don’t know who you lost. You don’t know who I have lost.But in these small communities we have all lost someone.A great grandfather in a World War. A grandfather in the Pacific or in Korea. A father, an uncle, a son in Vietnam, or someone in a more recent conflict.

Little Pasture on the Prairie

I can’t remember when I first heard about the Livestock Conservancy. It was probably back when I fell in love with Shetland sheep and was researching the breed. The Livestock Conservancy’s stated mission is: “To protect America’s endangered livestock and poultry breeds from extinction.

Telegraph, Telephone, Telemedicine

Technology has come a long way in the past 200 years. The telegraph was invented in 1837 and made rapid long range communication possible. Messages could be sent around the world through a series of connected wires. The telegraph had medical applications in the Civil War.

Little Pasture on the Prairie

The bulk of my chores take place in the early morning and early evening, which is great luck, because those are the best times to be outside.

Learning to adapt after a stroke

Working as an RN in inpatient rehab, I am often called upon to care for patients who have had a cerebrovascular accident, or more commonly called a stroke.

Congratulations grads, you’re off to a good start

There’s a reason why high school graduations are one of the most celebrated events in America each spring, especially in small, rural communities like those in Dewey and Ziebach counties and the surrounding area.

Little Pasture on the Prairie

Feed stores are dangerous for people like me this time of year. First of all, you can hear the peeping as soon as you walk through the front door, and even if you are purposefully trying not to look, that peeping is like a homing beacon–only the strongest can resist its pull.

Stray Thoughts: In Times of Trouble

The first time our family car broke down, we were on a trip back from the dump. We were a mile from home…no big deal. The weather was nice and we were together.

LETTER TO EDITOR

Mr. Flatland, I am reluctantly enclosing a renewal for the Topic. As a long time subscriber I do have to note a concern that may or may not resonate with you. It has to do with subjective print and reporting.