On the night after Mother’s Day, I tumbled into a pit full of grief and fear and recrimination. At midnight, all I could do was weep and get out of…
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Glory be to God for poop. After a forty-degree temperature change and full water buckets, across two days, I was relieved to see big piles of manure in the mares’…
I pushed the cart out of the oil aisle and turned towards the end cap of books. Woodman’s grocery store stocks a few hardbacks that I check out. My eye…