Jolene Forgets Her Name
Jolene would like you to believe she is very mature for her age. And by that she means listening bores...
Finally, Jolene Speaks.
It's still dark out, and I'm sitting on the edge of my bed trying to pull my pants on. Isn't...
Jolene. Rebel Without a Tail.
Jolene, Mister, and I have returned home. Just in time for Jolene to transform into a charming but unrepentant hellion...
Trailer Training Jolene
We are camping in the yard lately. Did you do it when you were a kid? I'm hooked. Evenings are...
The Heart Horse, The Best Dog, and Our Jolene
Mister has been studying Edgar Rice Burro, our farm's moral compass, these last years. He recognizes the donkey's buddha-like wisdom...
Septic Tank Trauma
I bet you flush the toilet in town without a hint of paranoia. I did before I bought my farm....
The Nebulous Path to Partnership
Drawn like magnets, humans want to be near animals so badly. We can't help ourselves, but we are a little...
Cowboys and Liberals
When people talk about the romance of farming, I think they've watched too much TV and read too little Steinbeck....
Spring Fever and Trailer Loading
You've been home all winter, working outside until the tips of your fingers sting. Carrying fifty-pound bags of feed over...
A Panic Room Or A Personal Haven?
How can being older feel like an unfamiliar experience? Awake every step of the way, but we seem lost and...
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