Tag: farming

silent storytellers

I have no idea what 33 is supposed to look like, but people often seem surprised when they learn that’s my age. I keep expecting to wake up one day, shuffle to the bathroom, and hear the mirror announce I visually just skipped my 30s and…

the circle of life

You get your daily dose of Mortality living on a farm, and though you are perfectly aware nothing lives forever (not even Voldemort), farms have this way of sprinkling little reminders throughout your day. Like when you check the little chick cages every morning and…

the (ex) farmer’s daughter

I stopped waiting for instructions after the third day when I realized I wasn’t going to get any. I didn’t know it then, but that first morning as I casually followed Tina, Kai and Lill’s daughter, around the farm, was the only tutorial I would…

belly up at the airport bar…again

Averaging roughly 30 trips a year over eight years of work, I’ve found myself in a lot of airport bars. And I’m talking about the actual belly-up-to-the-bar-bar, where most lone travelers sit. It’s an interesting place to be. All people there have one thing…

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