Grammy Peg, my grandmother, was an excellent cook who often performed her magic out on the ranch. She loved making desserts for her family and the hired hands, and we all loved watching her in the kitchen—and tasting the results...

Grammy Peg, my grandmother, was an excellent cook who often performed her magic out on the ranch. She loved making desserts for her family and the hired hands, and we all loved watching her in the kitchen—and tasting the results...

The last time I drove Dad from his apartment in Cheyenne to the ranch was in the late 1990s, about a year before he passed away. For several years before that trip, prolonged drought had plagued the country of my youth. Pastures that were once green stretched brown to the horizon, resembling a moonscape devoid of life, and relentless winds swept across the dry land...