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...
The January Manure Wars
I like to use farm implements for a couple of years after they first break down because I'm frugal. Think...
A Problem with the Word “Connection”
I feel it in my bones like a rusty joint before a rainstorm. An itch that flopping around in a...
Calming Signals: Haunted by a Black Cat in a Pink Dress.
I was taking the trash out to the dumpster in the alley. As I reached the back gate, I saw...
The Art of Un-Training a Horse
The first video is of a Mustang, proud and breathtakingly beautiful. He's a burnished smoky buckskin, with a...
Grumbling and Stumbling Toward Change
I'm coming up on the anniversary of moving to my farm twenty-five years ago. It coincides with my dysfunctional affair...
Deconstructing Horse Aggression
When I got home after school, I walked in the front door, dropped my books, and walked out the back...
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