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Veeder: Neighbors again, and ready for our next mission

August 9, 2014 in Uncategorized

I used to keep a wildflower book. I was 9 or 10, and I decided somewhere in that summer that my life’s work would be collecting, identifying and pressing every blooming thing that grew on the hillsides out here. 

It made me feel adventurous…continue reading on thedickinsonpress.com

Veeder: Imagining ourselves in warmer times

July 13, 2014 in Uncategorized

When Dad was recovering in the hospital this winter, the wind howling and blowing snow across the glow of the streetlights, we took turns sitting with him in that sterile room, keeping him company throughout the night so we didn’t have to worry abo…continue reading on thedickinsonpress.com

Veeder: Watford City celebrates 100 years

June 28, 2014 in Uncategorized

By the time you read this, the music will be over, the crowds will have cleared, the stage rolled out, all hands shaken and hugs given, saying look how far we’ve come.
By the time you read this, Watford City, my hometown, will have taken her first…continue reading on thedickinsonpress.com

Veeder: Fishing: A summertime tradition

June 14, 2014 in Uncategorized

So here’s the thing about life out here in the summertime — there are traditions, things we must do, activities that come with the green grass and blue sky territory that scream sunburn and bug bites and dirty feet, sweat and beer in a cozies, su…continue reading on thedickinsonpress.com

Veeder: Keeping things uncomplicated

May 4, 2014 in Uncategorized

I don’t remember the first time I was on a horse. I was too young, I suppose. It was possibly in my dad’s lap, my little body wedged in behind his arm and the saddle horn as he maneuvered us around the barnyard, three creatures combined, connecte…continue reading on thedickinsonpress.com

Veeder: We’re not all reckless in oil country

March 22, 2014 in Uncategorized

The snow has thawed, slowly revealing a brown, muddy world, one littered with things forgotten under the five-month blanket. A pile of wood, a stack of leftover pallets, shingles from an unfinished garage roof sit just where we left them.
Like our h…continue reading on thedickinsonpress.com

Veeder: We’re not all reckless in oil country

March 22, 2014 in Uncategorized

The snow has thawed, slowly revealing a brown, muddy world, one littered with things forgotten under the five-month blanket. A pile of wood, a stack of leftover pallets, shingles from an unfinished garage roof sit just where we left them.
Like our h…continue reading on thedickinsonpress.com

Veeder: Stretch of road brings back memories

February 3, 2014 in Uncategorized

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.
I’m writing from inside the walls of our vehicle as the sagebrush-covered cliffs of Montana w…continue reading on thedickinsonpress.com

Veeder: The day my dad lived

January 18, 2014 in Uncategorized

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.
T…continue reading on thedickinsonpress.com

Veeder: A happy life starts with what you do on weekends

January 11, 2014 in Uncategorized

Weekends around the ranch, no matter how well-intentioned and thought out, are usually pretty unpredictable.
Where some families have a nice routine that includes pancakes in the morning, taking kids to practices, catching a movie and maybe going ou…continue reading on thedickinsonpress.com