Wyoming is in my bones. My grandmother was born in a wall tent on their family homestead just outside Ucross a hundred years ago now.Later in life she was a self taught artist, prolific in wildlife sketches, inspired landscape paintings, and crocheted afghans. She created and made with any bit of her spare time, after her ranch wife, mothering, and gardening duties had been tended to. She is my inspiration for all I’ve done in life, as well as her husband and my father, both talented leather craftsmen and gardeners.

Now, I’m continuing the legacy for my own daughter, and the Wyoming communities that make up our roots. For all the artists, mothers, makers, the musicians and heirloom keepers. To write and make history of our own, and build our communities for our ancestors, those before us, and those we leave our homes and names to. May we make our places and leave them better than we found. And may we tread lightly into the eternal ether.