Beefcoin
The veterinarian and I stood out in the slush, faces toward a sun beaming with the type of warmth this pale Midwest skin hadn’t felt since November. I was doing […]
Category Archives: Farming
Foreign Country: Plano, Texas
It was lunchtime on a sunny summer Friday and I prowled the Dallas suburbs looking for the Next Big Deal. It sounds sexy to be out shopping for a thirty […]
Getting Away from it All
The whole thing had the look and feel of a tourist board commercial narrated by Tim Allen. Man casually sprawled on weather-faded Adirondack. Cargo shorts and faded sweatshirt spiked with […]
Equipment Dysfunction
“How many kids do you got?” Steve asked. The answer is eight, of course, though it sometimes feels like more. A lot more. There are times it feels like twenty. […]
Sacred Saturdays
I was up early, just after first light, alone and whistling softly, in good weekend spirits, preparing a batch of agua de sandía, a beverage engineered specifically for shirt-drenching workdays. […]
Hay Fever
You would never guess it from the marketing materials. The catalogs and print advertisements and websites all feature rock climbers perched on vertical cliffs, backcountry skiers buried in champagne powder, […]
Eggs in Odd Places
It’s an ongoing debate at our place: should we confine the chickens (easier management) or let them free-range (happier birds + more entertainment)? Well, I hereby submit evidence for the […]
The Very Slow Track
Back at corporate, down the long white corridor, tucked behind the row of senior executive offices, there is a small gym. Five or six machines. Weights. Ten-foot ceilings. Panoramic mountain […]
Sleep Tips for Parents
It was so late that even the crickets had knocked off for the night. Alison caught me just as I had begun an irreversible kamikaze dive into bed. The dives […]
Mothers, Earth – And Fathers Too
After a full day of planting progressively more crooked rows of kale and cabbage and turnips – “a lot of food,” as Alison put it, “the kids will never eat” […]
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