by Tonya Praus | Sep 27, 2021 | Stories
It actually started with my dishwasher, which I hate to high heaven. It makes no sense. I use the same soap, run off the same well, and my dishwasher gets slimy. Patti’s does not. It is really the only way to describe it. Black slimy mold?? It’s gross. I should...
by Tonya Praus | Apr 17, 2021 | Stories
Ok, first, get your mind out of the gutter. That is NOT what I’m talking about. There are parents that make time to play with their children a priority. I envy these parents in that they can make it seem so easy. Sometimes, we (I’m categorizing all us...
by Tonya Praus | Apr 2, 2021 | Stories
When I was first married, I wasn’t a huge coffee drinker. The occasional Saturday morning coffee meet with my dad and Grandma Helen or out at their farm entailed most of my intake. My husband was more of a “6 pack of mountain dew” kind of guy. By the time our second...
by Tonya Praus | Mar 20, 2021 | Stories
I know you’re probably thinking this is a very bad topic for a story. It might just be. My husband always said he was going to name a horse, Puke, poor horse. Anyway, right before my alarm went off this morning my son, Dillon, came stomping into my room, upset...
by Tonya Praus | Feb 26, 2021 | Stories
Resumé’s are scary things. I can probably count on one hand how many I’ve filled out and sent in to a company. I’ve never lied on one like I’ve seen people do on tv. Sometimes, it feels like trying to follow an accountability diet plan, the one where the person...
by Tonya Praus | Feb 19, 2021 | Stories
(My son, Dalton, was four going on forty in the year 2006.) Dalton always has something to say about everything on the farm. He also has to check on all those “everythings” every chance he gets. Since we have a new colt (born just this week) we had to go see it,...
