Morrow roots run deep in Northeast New Mexico. Grandfather Morrow arrived by train in the bustling town of Folsom, NM in 1891. Since then, the Morrow family name has become synonymous with ranching, politics and the cowboy way of life. The Morrows, six generations later, continue the tradition of raising their families and their herd in the same corner of the world.
I’m married to the Morrows. Well, actually, just one of them. But, it’s a family affair.
My in-laws live a few miles to the north, as does Granny. But, there’s not much between our house and theirs, so you could say they are our closest neighbors. My husband works on the family cattle ranch for his dad. It’s a big job and there aren’t many days off.
I’m not integral to the cattle operation, really. I help cook a meal when Granny or my mother-in-law need extra hands. I can feed the bottle calves, but so can my daughter. I’m not much on a horse. I’ve been in the saddle once in the last 10 years or so. And, that was only to sit on the horse to haze the steers while the guys practiced team roping. What I’m saying is that if the guys are calling me for help, there’s nobody else around and they’re desperate for the help. I stay out of the gate when the cowboys are trying to move cattle through and I always close the gate behind me–the first rules I learned at the Morrow Ranch!
I stay pretty busy. I run a boutique PR and marketing agency from the living room of our 1930s ranch house. I have clients around the state and I often make quick day trips for meetings or events. But, mostly, I work on marketing plans and PR programs for non-profits, small businesses and government agencies right from home all while watching the horses, bulls and antelope just outside my window. This wasn’t my first career but it’s a good thing it worked out or I wouldn’t be married to a cowboy living this adventure!
I studied broadcasting in college and fully expected to take Katie Couric’s slot on the Today Show.
That is until I worked in a small market for exactly one year and realized the dream I had since 7th grade was not the reality I experienced! Local news was just not my cup of tea and there wasn’t room for human interest stories at the local level.
I met the cowboy in college. He rode a big white horse and was super cute.
He swore he would never have an address outside New Mexico and I swore I would be moving every two years until I made it to NYC.
So much for making my own plans. Long story short, I ditched the hair and makeup chair (well, actually, I never got to sit in the hair and makeup chair) for a front row seat to a real ranch life–raising a kiddo, helping out when I can and being a really good cheerleader for the family business.
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