buckaroo girl

Dear cowgirl, Just because you don’t know what the other people know doesn’t mean you don’t belong there. You belong, whether you’re a beginner. A seasoned vet or a intermediate-semi-comfortable semi-freaked out participator.     Just because some folks talk louder, push harder or try to take over doesn’t mean that you aren’t capable. Just...

Dear cowgirl, You are made of sagebrush and fire. Big country and blue sky. You live for the long trot and long days. Coming home and pulling off sun hardened underslungs and white dust filled Levi’s. Washing the grit from long hair while thinking. Of that damn black cow. You let get by you and...