Welcome to Windbreak House.
In the center of the nation, deep in the grasslands of western South Dakota, essayist and poet Linda M. Hasselstrom grew up as an only child on a family cattle ranch homesteaded by a Swedish cobbler in 1899.
Today she invites you to benefit from a writing retreat on that same ranch. Come to the house where she discovered the Great Plains outside her windows, where she began to write the poetry and non-fiction books that have established her as one of the strongest voices on behalf of the prairie.
Linda holds a BA in English and Journalism, an MA in American Literature, and has been a teacher of writing for more than 45 years. She has hosted writing retreats at her ranch since 1996.
Not a writer but a reader? Enjoy Linda's vivid descriptions of her life and work on the ranch, as a writer, and as an advocate for the preservation of the prairies and the people and wildlife who inhabit them.
What's Happening at Windbreak House?
I've been enjoying working with a handful of writers with Writing Conversations by eMail this spring. I'm also trying to find time for my own writing projects when I'm not busy gardening, travelling, or helping out at the Hermosa Arts and History Association (HAHA) museum.
If you would like to spend some time writing at Windbreak House see the Retreats Page
for the list of available retreat dates in 2015 and all the details you need to know about applying for a writing retreat (working with me) or a solitary retreat.
If you can't take a retreat holiday because your time or your budget is tight, we can still have some writing fun together online. See the Online Writing Help Page
for complete details on how to sign up for a Writing Conversation by eMail.
Some of my writing appeared in South Dakota Magazine
In the May/June issue, "Letters to Graduates"
My letter was one of a number chosen for publication. I wrote about my expectations for my life as I was graduating college, how I have accomplished some of my goals, and how I have come to believe that, as my father used to quote, "a man is about as happy as he makes up his mind to be."
In the forthcoming July/August issue, "Saving South Dakota's Birds of Prey: The Black Hills Raptor Center"
One of my favorite local non-profits, the Black Hills Raptor Center is in the process of expanding their mission of education of the public and rehabilitation of raptors and owls by building a new facility. I hope my article will bring them more publicity and donations. See their website at BlackHillsRaptorCenter.org
My WordPress blog "Notes from a Western Life."
Come on over and sign up for a subscription.
Though I've discontinued my Home Page Messages, I've set up a new WordPress blog (with the help of my web-wrangler) because it gives me more options than the blog on this website, including the ability to post more photos, the ability to link with social media across the web, and a subscription service that sends a dandy version of the blog directly to your email inbox. Try it out.
New blogs posted in June
"Writing: Where I've Been -- Letter to a Poet: Political Poetry" -- posted June 1st
Under the category "Writing: Where I've Been" I am republishing some of my older work that is either unpublished or published once but not widely circulated. The idea for this essay, published in 1991, probably began in the late 1980’s, when there was a lot of discussion about writing political poetry, with overtones suggesting that if a person was “just” writing about love or death or marriage, one was not Doing One’s Duty as a Poet to Prod the National Conscience.
Read it on my WordPress blog
"Enjoy a Petite Retreat at Home" -- posted June 5th
My suggestions for how and why to schedule mini writing retreats at home.
Read it on my WordPress blog
You can also find most of these blogs on the Blog Page of this website by clicking here
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Honeysuckle blooming and snow melting fast in the May sunshine outside the retreat house.
We had one of our warmest and driest Aprils on record but the weather flipped in early May, with rain, snow (a near-blizzard on the Mother's Day weekend), more rain, cool days and hard freezes at night in late May, and even more rain. This is why we need to practice patience in gardening and remember May 15th is only the average
last frost, not a guarantee.
Now that June is here our nights are staying decently warm (40s and 50s) but the rain continues. The stock ponds are brim full and the grass is lush, so ranchers are breathing a sigh of contentment-- as are, no doubt, the local deer and antelope. What a beautiful view from the retreat house!
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In mid-June we participated in the sport of an unplanned cattle roundup: a gate was left open and about forty fat dry cows romped into the yard of the retreat house. If anyone thinks cows aren't smart, I'd like to show them that gate. These cows have several hundred acres of unusually lush pasture to munch, but they managed to find a three-foot gate tucked beside the barn. I'd hate to have to drive them through that; even with a good horse, I might have had trouble.
But once they got in, they had a great time all night, pruning the bushes I've planted (buffaloberry, chokecherry, plum-- mostly to encourage the resident birds). They cultivated the potatoes and rhubarb thoroughly and aerated the lawn my mother was so proud of. And of course all this fresh herbage created a great deal of output. We won't be able to take Cosmo, the Westie who loves to roll in fresh manure, into the yard for weeks!
Cattle are outside the ranch yard in this photo. Whew!
Since we don't have horses, and these cows are terrified of humans on foot, Jerry and I saddled up the 4-wheelers and started trying to ease them gently toward the gate back into their pasture. They didn't want to leave. And since this is a ranch yard, it has all kinds of little nooks and crannies where they can go where two 4-wheelers can't get at them or stop them from going. First they bunched up at a wide gate into the wrong pasture. Then instead of heading along the fence, they had to go back through the garden, through the swamp and into the cedar trees, along the fence and into a crevice behind the shop. When I encouraged them to leave there, they were only fifty feet or so from the gate we wanted them to go through-- but of course they had to go right back to the first gate and do it all over again. All this time, they were ambling slowly, but we were zipping here and there, discovering some of the hazardous rocks and holes that a person doesn't notice until they are hidden in the grass and you hit them at high speed on a four-wheeler.
Once the cattle were back in their pasture, we surveyed the damage in the ranch yard: knocked over flower pots, broken bushes and trees, probably a reduced potato crop. The rhubarb was nearly done anyway.
Then we uttered the classic plains refrain: it coulda been worse. The cattle didn't fall into the septic area, which is pretty soft from the rain. They didn't fall into the cellar. And neither of us tipped a four-wheeler over.
No, there were no pictures taken during the roundup because we were too busy.
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