Eliza Blue

When the tragedy struck her flock, Eliza Blue used grief “as the container for joy” by making hard decisions with the future well being of her sheep on her mind.

OPINION — I spent last weekend in Brookings presenting at the annual Festival of the Book. The festival was held on the campus of South Dakota State University. In addition

OPINION — Enough rain fell this spring to green the grass through the first half of summer. The young lambs and calves frolicked while the mamas happily grazed. People harvested

Eliza Blue reflects on the beauty of coming home to South Dakota after traveling.

OPINION — I sat down to work on my column yesterday, and wrote the following sentence: “I wonder if this is the most beautiful October of my life so

I’m sitting at my writing desk staring at the screen. I’ve been sitting here for a while. I was sitting here yesterday and the day before, too, wondering what to write.

Eliza Blue reflects on natural disasters both big and small, ones enveloping entire communities and those quiet and personal.

Every year, I think about planting tulips and daffodil bulbs. Some years, I remember to buy the bulbs, but most years I don’t. And only twice have the bulbs I miraculously remembered to buy and plant sprouted flowers in the spring.

Last week marked my 10th wedding anniversary to the Man of the Ranch. As is our custom with momentous occasions, we celebrated by staying home, doing our chores and — since it also happened to fall on Thanksgiving — eating turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy.

Eliza Blue reminds us to “Keep planting the seeds of beautiful things and keep remembering that the cold and dark can’t last forever.”