After being relocated from the East of Canada to the heart of the new West, I found myself an ironic cowboy. She who abhored all things country, cringed at cowboy boots, hats, music and found anything to do with domestication altogether loathsome suddenly found herself on the edge of the prairies knee deep in cloth diapers, woolen soakers with the smell homemade black & white chili simmering in the house.
This is a walk in my boots and a view of someone who is living the pioneer life. Not in the traditional sense, but in a more personal life changing way. New sights and sounds, new experiences and paving a new way for myself and my family.
