JESSIE VEEDER
Coming Home: Learning love from grandparents a gift 
It’s coming on Valentine’s Day, and because these sub-zero temperatures are really starting to wear on my good cheer, I’ve decided to it’s time to talk about love and other mushy stuff if only to thaw out our hearts this frozen mid-February.
By Jessie Veeder , February 08, 2014
Coming Home: Stretch of road brings back memories
We’re traveling this week, my husband and I, across the big state of Montana, then down through Idaho before heading into the cowboy town of Elko, Nev.
By Jessie Veeder , January 31, 2014
Coming Home: How I define a cowgirl
This week I’m packing up my guitar, my husband and all the boots I can fit in my car and heading west to Elko, Nev., where I’ve been asked to participate in the “National Cowboy Poetry Gathering.”
By Jessie Veeder , January 24, 2014
Coming Home: The day my dad lived
I want to tell you about the day my dad lived.
My dad, with his beautifully raspy voice and strong, callused hands. My dad who loves unconditionally and laughs with a promise that things will be OK.
Our dad who knows things. Takes care of things.
By Jessie Veeder , January 18, 2014
Coming Home: A happy life starts with what you do on weekends
Weekends around the ranch, no matter how well intentioned and thought out, are usually pretty unpredictable.
By Jessie Veeder , January 11, 2014
Coming Home: Life about laughter, not resolutions
Last year I vowed 2013 would be the year I would plant a garden. I promised that once the winter snow melted I would till up that flat spot below the house and I would put in carrots and tomatoes, peas and beans, corn and lettuce and maybe a pumpkin or two, you know, for the autumn holidays.
By Jessie Veeder , January 04, 2014
Coming Home: Horses weather winter better than their human counterparts
I miss my summer horses. I miss the way their coats lather up under the saddle after an evening ride to the east pasture.
By Jessie Veeder , December 28, 2013
Coming Home: Happiest Place on Earth doesn't always mean Disney
They call it the happiest place on Earth, and a few weeks ago we went there.
Gramma and grampa, aunts and uncles, nieces, grandkids, in-laws and out-laws, we all had our suitcases packed for 75 and sunny, ready to celebrate family and my youngest niece finally turning 5, an age we had long ago told her she must reach in order to take a trip to Disney World.
By Jessie Veeder , December 14, 2013
Coming Home: Taking time to enjoy a snow day
To honor the first week of December, Mother Nature opened up the sky and let loose a bazillion-trillion tiny snowflakes that made their way down to the frozen earth, pushing through the trees and across the road – cars stuck, trucks chained up, roads blocked and events cancelled – reminding us that this winter party has just begun.
By Jessie Veeder , December 07, 2013
Coming Home: Sometimes the wilderness gets a bit too close to home
Last week, in between bites of chicken casserole, my husband shot a coyote off our deck.
A quick glance out the window as the sun was setting sent him flying from his seat muttering and cussing as he ran to the back of the house to retrieve his gun.
By Jessie Veeder , November 30, 2013
Coming Home: Childhood homes bring back ghosts no matter how long we’re away
It’s just a ribbon of asphalt. Yellow lines swish and break, swish and break on the other side of the windshield in my dad’s little white Ford.
By Jessie Veeder , November 22, 2013
Coming Home: ‘Miss Veeder’ once more with sister back in town
My little sister has hair like mine. We sort of walk the same, explaining the way we see the world with our arms flailing toward the sky, our way of putting the exclamation point at the end of our sentences.
By Jessie Veeder , November 16, 2013
Coming Home: Living in a town full of labels, assumptions
It’s 7 p.m. in Boomtown, and the sun has long gone down, revealing a snake of headlights creeping in from all directions to the center of the buzz of our small city.
By Jessie Veeder , November 09, 2013
Coming Home: Miles don’t matter for brothers brought up together
My guitar, my dad and I took a plane out of the oilfields of North Dakota last week and headed south to the brick houses and white-fenced arenas north of Ft. Worth, Texas, where his brother lives.
By Jessie Veeder , November 02, 2013
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