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Stacy Bronec

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June 6, 2018

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About Me

Hi! I'm Stacy Bronec!

Welcome to my little acre on the Internet. I'm a farmer's wife, mama to three, and writer.

We live in the middle of nowhere Montana on our family farm and ranch. We raise wheat, pulse crops, and black Angus cattle.

There are beauty and challenges to rural life, and I try to make sense of it through stories.

I'm glad you're here.
If you give a mom an hour . . . Like many young girls in the early 90s, I was obsessed with the Little House on the Prairie books. I collected the books, read them over and over, and even begged my family to visit Laura Ingalls’ house in DeSmet, South Dakota, on a family vacation when we drove across the Midwest. Most days, I’m wound like a top—everyone’s needs and schedules swirling in my head. But now, the crisp air hits my face, the leaves crunch beneath my knees, and I can’t help but notice how my breath has slowed. My mind is quiet—no longer full of to-dos and schedules—a different kind of quiet than I keep at my desk. 38. 🧡 These are days of . . . My face when I see tractors driving past the house, and I realize we are rolling straight from calving to spring farming. I was a few months pregnant with our third baby, and Rhett (who was 5 at the time) asked me, “How’s the baby gonna come out?” Yesterday I was asked to speak at a mom’s group about how I’ve cultivated my creativity alongside marriage and motherhood over the years. I said no for several months because who am I to give advice? And I wondered, am I doing this well? (Still TBD.) But finally, I said yes. Nine years ago, love looked like counting down the minutes at work on Friday, then breaking the speed limit to get to the ranch. My stomach full of butterflies—all to spend the weekend with my boyfriend in the calving barn. We worked side by side, our love growing over manure, afterbirth, and newborn calves.
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