Clear Kidneys

In August, I landed myself in the hospital with a lodged kidney stone and septic infection. I had never had a kidney issue in my life. They said they saw multiple smaller stones in my kidneys at that time. I’ve had a baby with no drugs…that whole kidney stone fiasco was 10 times more painful.

Today, I went in for my follow up…and there isn’t a stone to be seen. 🙌🏻🙏

Which is good because I’m just here to tell you, I’m not sure I could handle that mess again.

Recipe Card: Zucchini Chicken Enchiladas

In an effort to avoid gaining any more of the Quarantine 15 I’ve been working on, I’ve gotten back to watching macros and tracking my food. So when my friend, Amy, posted some enchiladas that used zucchini in place of tortillas, I was intrigued. I was also skeptical because a New Mexican doesn’t play when it comes to enchiladas!

I whipped these up tonight and they were delicious. Seriously—I ate two servings and loved every bite.

I used this recipe.

You’ll see the recipe rolls them. I did one pan that way. But I had trouble getting the zucchini cut just right and had a lot of half slices, so I used those to make a second pan of flat enchiladas. I actually liked them better. I just took my thin zucchini slices and laid them in the dish, covered with the filling, then did another layer of the zucchini slices and covered with sauce and cheese.

I’d recommend Gebhardt enchiladas sauce. Old El Paso will work as well. Be sure you get the zucchini sliced really thin—that’s the key!

If you’re a food tracker, this is really similar to the Delish recipe that’s in My Fitness Pal.

I paired it with a quick chunky guacamole (large avocado, Roma tomato, splash each of orange juice and lime juice, garlic salt, minced onion, pepper, course salt and paparika.

Taking Grenades: Happy Mother’s Day!

This lady has lived her life 3 against 1, because she made the three of us do ridiculous things like wash the manure off our hands before we ate, turn in papers with proper punctuation, not get killed by hooky cows, fill up water tubs even when they were still 1/5 full, wear ironed shirts, and eat our vegetables.

She has always been in the trenches taking grenades so we could shine.

Happy Mothers Day!

Tonight I Ran

Tonight, I ran 2.23 miles down my dirt road to honor Ahmaud Arbrey. But that’s not enough.
I know that I’ve got to do more. I’ve got to pray. I’ve got to speak out about injustice and racism anytime I see it and not only when it’s on the news. I’ve got to talk to my children about different cultures and tell them about horrific instances like this so that they, too, will stand against it. I’ve got to support people of color who speak out even when it is uncomfortable for me to do so or when I don’t understand.
Tonight, I ran. But that’s not enough.

Ahmaud Arbrey

“The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.”

The fact that a 25 year old black man who went out on a run can be hunted down in broad daylight because two white men “think he might be a burglar” is beyond me. His killers have not been arrested.

{Update: They we’re arrested tonight, over 2 months later only after the video was made public.}

How can this be America? How can this be 2020?

It’s unacceptable.

I’m furious.

I will not be silent. We have to speak out against injustice.

I’ll Take the Stock Show

This article was recently published in the Purple Circle magazine. 

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A while back, I saw an interesting conversation on Facebook that had people pretty polarized.  It all started when a mom suggested she was encouraging her children not to show animals so that their family could go on a vacation to Disneyworld.

Now, let me make clear up front, I am all for everyone making their own decisions for their own family.  It is fine by me if someone wants to make different decisions for her family than I  do for mine.  I am sure that Disneyworld is a lovely place.

But that said….I’ll take the stock show.

Growing up, we did not go on family vacations.  We went to stock shows.  And while I’ve never been to Disneyworld, I’m pretty sure that the roller coaster rides, churros, and fake mouse ears can’t replace what the stock shows gave me.


At those stock shows (and the months leading up to them), I learned what it meant to work hard.  My brother and I got up early, went to bed late, busted our tails in between dealing with weights and drench guns and feed regiments and wash racks. I also learned that not everyone worked that way.  I remember countless times at our State Fair it would be 8:00 at night when I would come into the dorms covered in feed and hay and manure and lord knows what else, while some of the other girls would be all dressed up, make up on, and hair fixed.  And while I can’t say that it happened this way all the time, but I lot of the time it was those of us who spent the week covered in manure who ended up smiling come the end of show day. That was not a bad thing for a kid to learn.


At those stock shows, I learned that I had a group of adults who were in my corner who became like family to me.  There were women who would haul in enough food for an army and be sure that we didn’t go hungry by dishing out posole and beans from a crock pot in the tack pen.  There were men who helped sheer my sheep and haul our show boxes in and out and had no problem telling me if I wasn’t doing something right.  There was an ag teacher that became one of my very favorite people in the world with his glare for people who showed up late for feeding, and his Rainman-like remembering of the weights of seriously every lamb in the barn, and his uncanny ability to sniff out coffee somewhere in the barn before anyone else was even awake to make it.


At those stock shows, I made friends from across the state.  Friends who have known me since I was 10 years old and who are still in my life 25 years later.  Friends whose babies I have held and funerals I have attended and beside whom I have proudly stood at weddings.  Friends who I never would have met were it not for the yearly “family vacation” to a stock show.

At those stock shows, we spent quality time with our family.  After one particularly long, and I mean LONG night at the barn, that I’m fairly sure involved my dad breaking his toes after kicking something, I remember him saying that we might look back at parts of this showing deal and remember the fights, but we’d also look back and always remember him being there.  Decades later, I can tell you he was right.  I remember the fights for being funny now, but I remember all of the time and money and sacrifice that he and my mom made so that we could go to those stock shows.  And that was a gift that is priceless in my mind.

KS Beef
There are certainly more lessons that shows taught me.  Competitiveness.  Being a humble winner and a gracious loser.  That maybe there really is something to lucky shirts and lucky halters.  Nothing beats the smell of sawdust and Revive.   That life is not always fair.  What it felt like to be handed that bright purple banner and shiny belt buckle.

So, all this to say….I’m sure Disneyworld is great.  But I’ll take the stock show.  Every single time.


COVID-19 Thoughts (Part 2)

Well two more weeks down. When this all started I kind of told myself I could do anything for a month and now we’ve blown right by that.

The CDC now recommends if you have to go out in public to wear a mask. Most (maybe all) parts of the country are under stay-at-home orders. Our grocery store has one-way aisles set up and glass between you and the checker. It’s just surreal.

The Good

1. We have started to get into a bit of a routine. It’s sure not perfect and I sure will be ready to go back to work and back to regular life, but it is ok for now. I feel like this has been really key to me not losing my mind. It’s little things like reading my Bible in the morning, listening to my favorite podcast, going on my evening run…just having some order in the chaos has been great.

2. Stores are mostly stocked back with the normal items. This has led to some excellent cooking here (if I do say so myself!)

Rozann’s chocolate chip cookies
Sophie Hudson’s Mexican Cornbread
(Recipe on her Instastories or I will message it to you)
My friend Shannon’s Instant Pot cilantro lime chicken and rice
(I’ll message you her recipe)

3. The kids have really embraced this situation and have done a good job of rolling with the punches and finding new adventures every day. From playing in the snow (yes…in April), to doing science experiments they’ve made a lot of fun memories.

4. He is (still) risen. Easter didn’t look like usual. For the first time in 36 years, I wasn’t in a church. Our celebration did not involve having family over for lunch and Cousin Sean helping the Easter Bunny, as per tradition. But we had a stained glass window, empty tomb rolls, a pilgrimage to chalk the sidewalk at church, and a savior who is risen. He is risen indeed!

Highly recommend these as an Easter tradition

The Bad

1. People are dying. The numbers in the US are staggering. Nearly 20,000 people dead. Since I last wrote, the first case was diagnosed in the county where I live and in the county where I grew up.

And, I’m so sad to say, the first death of someone I know happened last night. He was smart and kind and a faithful Catholic and I am just heartbroken for his family. It’s one thing to see a number like 20,000. It’s quite another to know one of them—to put a face and a life and a story with it.

2. Working in an “office” with two toddler is, well, not ideal.

3. I’ve got to quit eating so dang much. Seriously…I need someone to follow me and slap food out of my hand. I am buckling down this week because this has gotten out of control.

Lessons Learned

1. People are so kind. Several times I have sought out prayer via phone call or text or Instagram and people have come through. For a sick friend in Oregon to a little boy I’ve never met but who has my heart in Nashville to people I know fighting COVID-19, it has been heartwarming to see people step in to intercede for one another.

2. Many idols have been removed. I listened to a pastor on a podcast I love talking about how this quarantine really has removed idols that we were likely worshiping. Sports, going out, travel, hustle…none of which are inherently bad so don’t get me wrong here…are just not options right now. I hadn’t thought about this, but found it super interesting.

3. I don’t want to come out of this the same. Rachel Hollis and Jennie Allen have both talked about this, but if I am the same person coming out of this experience as I was going in, I’ve really wasted this time. I’m trying hard to focus on what I can learn and change and do to use this time well. That has looked like more praying and watching the kids play outside. It’s also looked like cleaning out the garage and seasoning my cast iron skillet. It’s involved intentionally trying to seek opportunities to kindness and baking more with the kids than I usually would (direct relation to bad item #3 above…). I do hope I can come out of this chapter better and that I do not waste my time wishing away my days.

A Prayer Request

This afternoon, a friend texted me in an emergency. She and I have different faith traditions, but she said she did not know anyone else who prayed and asked if I would do so for her.

While I hope my prayers were a gift to her, I am certain that her asking was a gift to me.

It is a sacred thing to be trusted in this way—for someone to believe in my ability to intercede on their behalf is something I will never, ever take for granted.

So, in addition to her petitions, I also prayed to be made worthy of the trust that others place on me in this most important role.

Lord, hear our prayers. ♥️

COVID-19 Thoughts (Post 1)

Well. The last three weeks have been…insane. It feels strange to live in what will certainly be a moment in history. Generations from now will read about 2020 and the pandemic and how the world just about shut down. I feel like, much like September 11, we will likely look at this as a turning point in our lives—there will be before Corona Virus and after.

When this started across the world, I never could have imagined how much it would affect our every day lives. I no longer go to my office. My calendar is completely clear through June. My kids are home all the time. I wear a mask and gloves to the grocery store. There was no March Madness or Houston Stock Show…which is when I realized this was no dang joke.

I figure I should document this so that maybe one day my grandchildren can look back and see my thoughts when they read about this in a history book.

The Good

1. Time at home with my family. You all know that I travel for a living. I’m usually gone overnight (or usually multiple nights) twice a month. I’ve tried to really appreciate the time at home to spend with my family. We’ve hiked at the North Place, done science experiments, had art projects, read books, ridden bikes…that’s been a gift.

2. Amazing online content. Thank you, Lord, for the internet. Seriously. From workouts to sermons, zoom calls to podcasts, I do not know how we would survive without the internet. I will say, I find myself overwhelmed sometimes and have had to sort of limit my intake. I have committed to just a couple of podcasts that I am using to minister to me during this time. I can’t watch every Facebook live, but I’ve chosen a couple. I’ve been doing one workout video a day and have found that hugely helpful.

3. My version of 5 to Thrive. I figured out really quick I would need some discipline in my life. (that’s one of my words for 2020…this is not what I had in mind!). I channeled my inner Rachel Hollis and came up with a plan. So I’ve got 5 things I try and do every day: Exercise, Bible, Communion, Gratitude and Water. Not surprisingly, the days I do these are better.

The Bad

1. I never get a minute to myself. I swear to you, my dream right now is being somewhere quiet and calm with no one touching me or asking for a snack. Mama just needs a dang break. I’ve been trying to use the time before the kids wake up or after they go to bed to keep some sanity, but it’s flat hard.

2. I’m going to weigh 300 pounds when this is over. I’m an emotional eater. And it’s Reese’s egg season. And a global pandemic. Can you say perfect storm? Whatever. I have limited myself to baking only on Sunday, so there’s that.

3. People are dying. I’ve had to stop listening to the news most of the time. Thousands of people have died. It’s easy to read that—but each one had a story and a family and it is just a lot. I personally know three people who have it. Two have mostly recovered (praise God!) The third really needs your prayers.

The Lessons

1. The church is not a building. I sure hope that I’m right here, but I think the Church could really see revival during this pandemic. There are so many services and sermons and podcasts online now. Everyone everywhere can tune in to church from their couches. I’m not saying I think this is ideal or something we should change to…but I am saying that it gives people the opportunity to listen who might never step foot into a church building. I, personally, have been loving following churches in Nashville and Portland and sitting under their teaching. And the first Sunday of this mess, my college church in Stillwater did virtual communion and it brought me to tears. I’ve done it daily since. Maybe we needed the reminder about the whole hands and feet assignment we have been given.

2. I am not as important as I think I am. We will see, but this sure may be my biggest takeaway from this whole experience. It’s so easy to think we are important. I’ve said more than once “well if I don’t go do that presentation, who will?!” Maybe no one…and guess what, the world keeps turning. I’ve been far less productive than I usually am in the office and, well, no one cares. It’s been a real weight off of my shoulders to think this way.

3. “Do for one what you wish you could do for everyone.” Gosh, there are people hurting. These situations can be really hard for me because when I can’t fix everything, I tend to freeze. I feel overwhelmed and just don’t know what to do. Annie F. Downs shared this Andy Stanley quote on her podcast and I have adopted it as my mantra. We are so fortunate to be in a position where we can help, and we have taken advantage of that and done what we can for certain people in our lives. My single action might not change the world for everyone, but it may for the people who I can help…and if everyone did so, the world just might look different.