I attended college in Los Angeles and wore black pumps to work every day.

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

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

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.

People say to me, 'Has being a woman helped or hindered your career?' And the answer is yes.

The doctor that acts out of love doesn't burn out. He or she may get tired physically, but not emotionally.

In order to grow we must be open to new ideas...new ways of doing things... new ways of thinking.

Because of the nature of my life, because I train a great many people, I come upon such a huge variety of human species, as well as the earth species for that matter.

There is no great invention, from fire to flying, which has not been hailed as an insult to some god.

There might be some sinister modern form of slavery going on.

Frugality is the mother of all virtues.

Interdependence is a fact, it's not an opinion.

Women show off their personality and character through accessories more than with low-cut shirts and skirts with huge slits.

Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.