A couple weeks ago, the farm came alive with men at work. It’s not every week we have two different crews working our land at once. Beaux our hay guy,…
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I wake up listening for the rejected rooster. We leave the barn doors open at night because it’s been hot and I want ventilation for the horses. He likes to…
My machete slices through the weeds, the stems bleeding milk, a plant toxic to my horses. When I shopped for one, blades three times as large as a kitchen knife,…
A Light so Lovely is a beautifully written book by Sarah Arthur that brings back good memories of how Madeleine L’Engle influenced my life. Madeleine L’Engle came to Wheaton college…
Every year the first week in August brings us the Boone County Fair where we remember and see people we haven’t seen in a year. Bruce’s mom used to call…
Aren’t wind turbines graceful like gymnasts doing cartwheels? Don’t they make environmental sense, better than smoke stacks burning fossil fuels? But each wind turbine swallows an acre of ground, and…
“My original “call” to be a writer happened in the big red barn where we stored our hay, during one winter rain. I’d been reading C.S. Lewis, and wanted to…
The pain, the memories walloped me with fear and anger when someone brought up X. “Make friends,” they said. I was startled by the sudden pain, how terrible memories flashed…
It feels like a triumph, this past Valentine’s day when neither Bruce nor I cared to celebrate. A day later, neither one of us has given the other our cards….
Every morning I walk the dogs down to the corner of our road and look at the electric wires on one side and the long phone wire looped in the…