Newsletter Stories
I Was Ready for Chaos, Got a Break Instead
It’s that time of year again—shearing weekend on the farm. Once a year, like it or not (and trust me, they don’t), every ewe and ram gets a haircut. It’s...
I Was Ready for Chaos, Got a Break Instead
It’s that time of year again—shearing weekend on the farm. Once a year, like it or not (and trust me, they don’t), every ewe and ram gets a haircut. It’s...
Missing: One Lamb (Possibly Imaginary)
Back in March, on one of those early spring snowstorms that makes you question your own life choices, we picked up 30 ewe lambs from a nice little family farm....
Missing: One Lamb (Possibly Imaginary)
Back in March, on one of those early spring snowstorms that makes you question your own life choices, we picked up 30 ewe lambs from a nice little family farm....
The Soybeans Couldn’t Wait... and Neither Could I
Last weekend, the race was on.June 1st was fast approaching, and the soybean fields still weren’t all planted. It’s been such a rainy spring that parts of the county have...
The Soybeans Couldn’t Wait... and Neither Could I
Last weekend, the race was on.June 1st was fast approaching, and the soybean fields still weren’t all planted. It’s been such a rainy spring that parts of the county have...
Two Premonitions, Zero Action
Premonition.It’s not a word I think about much. Maybe you do—but I sure didn’t. Not until this week, anyway.I had a few of them in the last few days, and...
Two Premonitions, Zero Action
Premonition.It’s not a word I think about much. Maybe you do—but I sure didn’t. Not until this week, anyway.I had a few of them in the last few days, and...
Buried in the Barnyard: A Memory I Didn’t Know ...
I found something last week I wasn’t looking for—and had never seen before in my life.Isn’t it wild how our memories work? How there’s so much stuff crammed in that...
Buried in the Barnyard: A Memory I Didn’t Know ...
I found something last week I wasn’t looking for—and had never seen before in my life.Isn’t it wild how our memories work? How there’s so much stuff crammed in that...
You’re Not Old Enough to Sigh Like That
This morning, I found myself alone in the house, sipping my morning coffee with only our dog, Lilly, for company. As I stared at the blank page on my computer,...
You’re Not Old Enough to Sigh Like That
This morning, I found myself alone in the house, sipping my morning coffee with only our dog, Lilly, for company. As I stared at the blank page on my computer,...