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As I grew up, I spent a lot of time in the barn. One of my favorite times of the day began while it was still dark outside. I frequently grumbled when my alarm clock would go off all too … Continue reading
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My days on the farm, my days during fairs and shows and my days helping on other farms are all marked by a pair of wash boots. Well, I guess several pairs of wash boots. My Dad always told me … Continue reading
It isn’t surprising at all that I developed my writing skills from someone. That someone happens to be my Dad. This is a piece that he wrote several years ago for Christmas for his parents. If a barn could talk, oh the … Continue reading
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The morning of January 22 2013 started as an ordinary day. I woke up, washed my face, ate my oatmeal and headed to class. After Sociology 219, I noticed I had missed a call from my Mom. When I called … Continue reading
I’ve had a particularly rough week. You know those thoughts that you can’t shake, and the people you can’t get off your mind? All that, in addition to the death of a close family member has gotten me rather bogged down. To … Continue reading
