My days are spent wrangling children, chipping dried manure from boots, washing jeans, and frying calf nuts.

I'm working on a second cookbook and am working on my love story, 'Black Heels to Tractor Wheels.

I'm a thirty-something ranch wife, mother of four, moderately agoraphobic middle child who grew up on a golf course in the city.

I want people to see how hard my husband and kids work on the ranch.

The truth of the matter is that I live on an isolated cattle ranch in the middle of Oklahoma and that's not going to change.

I'm a writer and a photographer - I'm totally aware that doesn't always translate to TV.

Knowing what I'll write about and what I won't has never really been a problem. I won't write about things that bore me.

I hate to play the I-live-in-the-country card, but it really takes all of the 'pack the kids into the car and run from here to there' out of the equation.

As The Pioneer Woman has grown and the revenue has grown, the prizes keep getting better, and that certainly feels good.

It never occurred to me that I was going to have to talk to a camera. I don't know if I can do this.

I had been teaching myself photography.

September 8Today I pray for the knowledge of God’s will for me and then follow my inner guidance. I choose to make my thoughts and actions align with peace and love.

Students would be assessed on effort rather than skill. You didn't have to be a natural athlete to do well in gym.

Human beings are obscured by their desire to have and their greed to own preventing their natural cause of "being

Talent hits a target no one else can hit Genius hits a target no one else can see.

When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark, you don't throw away the ticket and jump off. You sit still and trust the engineer.

It is one's own personal, selfish happiness that one seeks, earns, and derives from love.

You don't have to wait until people say they accept everything you say until you are actually prepared to sit down and discuss matters with them.

All men are equally proud. The only difference is that not all take the same methods of showing it.

Art is visceral and vulgar - it's an eruption.

If this is death, Guild Hunter,he thought to his mortal as angelfire scored through his bones and touched his heart, then I will see you on the other side.