Jake: A Dog’s Eulogy
Mom’s dog, Jake, died yesterday, and it occurred to me that when a good farm dog passes on, he ought to get the tribute he’s due. Here’s mine. Jake has been on this farm since puppyhood, about eight or nine … Continued
Mom’s dog, Jake, died yesterday, and it occurred to me that when a good farm dog passes on, he ought to get the tribute he’s due. Here’s mine. Jake has been on this farm since puppyhood, about eight or nine … Continued
Ever been told you needed to come out of your shell? Accused of being a hermit? Admonished for not having a good time? I feel your pain. It’s not easy being an introvert in a noisy world, but we’ve got … Continued
Hands Calloused hands built the fires—and kept them burning steadied a shotgun Smoothed curls and swung axes Fashioned dresses from flour sacks rocked cradles sewed buttons baked bread Boiled laundry in hot tubs and scrubbed and scrubbed Grew tomatoes … Continued
I’ve learned much about life with a shovel in my hand, dirt under my fingernails. Planting a seed is a miraculous thing, and I never tire of watching the miracle unfold. It’s a story in the making. Setting: A garden … Continued