Family on Thanksgiving: Jolene’s Heart is Full
Remember that Thanksgiving painting by Norman Rockwell? With a jovial white-bread family leaning into frame with smiling, delighted faces? A...
Jolene’s Bathroom Habits
It was a bathroom sort of week here, in that way that the entire universe can fit in a small...
We Were a Viking Family Long Before Jolene
The Viking Princess costume's debut 30 years ago. I usually write about living things, but today...
A Love Letter to a Tree and a Hero
My farm has a cathedral. It started as a tiny chapel, one of five deciduous trees on my prairie farm....
Midnight. Emergency. Jolene.
Jolene is fine. But if I'm driving my truck and it's midnight on a Saturday, it just means one thing....
Jolene Rescues Us From Drowning
In what most would consider the middle of the night, Jolene goes off like one of those alarm clocks with...
Valligators in the Trenches of Puppyland
When was the last time you tried to get an electrified dog collar, the kind with poison pins facing inward,...
Nipping at the Heels of Despair
My horse sister called to ask how I was. It wasn't small talk. We tell each other the truth and...
Septic Tank Trauma
I bet you flush the toilet in town without a hint of paranoia. I did before I bought my farm....
Cowboys and Liberals
When people talk about the romance of farming, I think they've watched too much TV and read too little Steinbeck....
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