I'm a thirty-something ranch wife, mother of four, moderately agoraphobic middle child who grew up on a golf course in the city. — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
My days are spent wrangling children, chipping dried manure from boots, washing jeans, and frying calf nuts. — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Have you talked about how many children you’d like to have?” “Yes, sir,” Marlboro Man said. “And?” Father Johnson prodded. “I’d like… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t about me anymore. I had a child. A husband who needed me to be there for him in the midst… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“If I, the daughter of a physician, had been prepared for the medical side of pregnancy and childbirth, I was completely dumbfounded… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“As it baked, the blessed casserole smelled just like it did when I was a child, which was likely the last time… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t about me anymore. I had a child. A husband who needed me to be there for him in the midst… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“As for me, I went inside, walked up to my bedroom, and fell on the floor. What…just happened? Staring at the ceiling,… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“So,” Marlboro Man began over dinner one night. “How many kids do you want to have?” I almost choked on my medium-rare… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Have you talked about how many children you’d like to have?” “Yes, sir,” Marlboro Man said. “And?” Father Johnson prodded. “I’d like… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“What else haven’t you told me?” I thought for a minute. “Actually, yes…there is,” I replied, pausing to consider my words carefully, “I eat… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
Butter, cream, and bacon. That's such a great foundation right there. — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“More and more, I began helping around the homestead. I learned to operate my John Deere mower so I could keep the yard around… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“I walked proudly out of the church, the new wife of Marlboro Man. When we exited the same doors through which my dad and… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“When we arrived at the wedding at Marlboro Man’s grandparents’ house, I gasped. People were absolutely everywhere: scurrying and mingling and sipping champagne and… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“What is it?” I asked, pasting a magazine photo of a football--found in an old Seventeen magazine spread--on my beloved’s collage. “Well, a bunch… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“When I arrived, I immediately saw the mother of an ex-boyfriend, the kind of ex-boyfriend that would make you want to look as good… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“At times the differences concerned me. Could I ever be with a man who’d never, in his entire life, eaten sushi? Could I, a… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“You did not do my homework assignment for me,” he said, grabbing the collage again and looking it over. “I had insomnia,” I said.… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“I couldn’t bear the thought of a ham sandwich. Imagining milk trickling down my esophagus almost sent me over the edge. Even the saltines… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Marlboro Man picked me up the next evening, exactly one month before our wedding day. Our evening apart had made the heart grow fonder,… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“I’ll send the nurse in here in a minute, okay?” Waste of time , I thought. “Okay, but…do you think there’s anything we can… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
