In His Hand
The July sun was turning the sky orange when my 2-year-old son and I headed out to the chicken coop. As…
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The July sun was turning the sky orange when my 2-year-old son and I headed out to the chicken coop. As…
Continue ReadingLike many young girls in the early 90s, I was obsessed with the Little House on the Prairie books. I…
Continue ReadingThis will be the storm we talk about twenty years down the road. It will be the one we tell…
Continue ReadingFall means apple picking and trips to the pumpkin patch and corn mazes. Fall means harvest festivals and Halloween costumes…
Continue ReadingTo my farmer, I see your courage and resilience after a stressful and challenging year. I see the love and…
Continue ReadingAs the world begins to cancel social engagements, limit hospital visits, and send kids home from school—farmers keep farming. As…
Continue ReadingJust because I feel lonely during this season doesn’t mean I’m alone. Just because he isn’t around due to the…
Continue ReadingBetween the uncooperative weather and the breakdowns, it seems that most farmers are wondering if harvest will ever end. They…
Continue ReadingI cried over a kitten this morning. It felt dumb and ridiculous. It felt compassionate too, yet the critic in…
Continue ReadingTo the women who put in the long hours with kids in the house and in the pickups making parts…
Continue ReadingI squint my tired eyes as I look down the end rows, waiting to catch a glimpse of the home…
Continue ReadingMy toddler chattered loudly from the backseat as we lumbered down the highway. She and I talked about the weather…
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