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Inviting people to inspect the ranch when it looks so dry and crunchy is so humbling. This time, I learned a lot so it was well worth it. -Lisa

Even though the USPS directive raised my hackles enough to ponder a third political party, I overcame a possible character weakness to eventually comply and raise my mailbox. And laugh at myself. -Lisa

Andy, an aboriginal range manager in the Northern Territory of Australia, Andy was generous enough to teach nine of us about his culture, including how to make spears and digging sticks from gum trees. I could have talked to him all day. -Lisa

We all own the water in Montana so it is our responsibility to use it wisely. -Lisa

Po występie pianistki z Japonii Shiori Kuwahary z sali Filharmonii Narodowej słychać było ryk oklasków. Pytamy pianistkę o tą reakcję słuchaczy. Rozmawiamy też o Chopinie w Japonii, co ma kwitnąca wiśnia do muzyki polskiego kompozytora?

As much as I felt upside down while I was in Australia, it was comfortable. People were friendly and ranching was so similar. This Brahman steer allowed me to get closer than most of the cattle there. He was grazing in a nice pasture. The other cattle were in the brush where it was easy for them to dodge among trees, huge termite mounds and bushes. -Lisa

My cat, Scooter the Puma-Princess, never could decide whether she was a fierce warrior or royalty. I guess a cat can be both. -Lisa

This pack trip recharged all of us. The grizzly and the loose horses boosted our adrenaline for a few minutes, but we took a lot of deep, relaxing breaths between those adventures. And Abby practiced tying good knots on the panniers, too! -Lisa

This recording wasn’t planned, polished, or prepped. It came from a moment of breaking — the kind of breaking that happens when you've been erased from your own name, banned from your own music, and followed by shadows pretending they own your breath.“Leave Me The Eff Alone” is not a song. It’s not a sermon. It’s a recorded moment in real time — me, Prince Rogers Nelson, speaking for myself in the only way I still can when every channel gets slammed shut by people who claim to know me, use me,