This is me. This is me on an almost 90 degree day, after shearing nine of my llamas over the course of about two hours. This is me sweaty and exhausted. Covered in tiny bits of wool.
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I just found hay in my hair, a memento from the time I spent in the horse field this afternoon lying on my back in what remained of a round bale. It's sixty degrees. Just a few days ago, there was
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I've started this blog post three times. Each time, Amelia, one of my three dogs, shoves her nose under my elbow and nudges my arm, asking for attention. Each time, my fingers lose their space on
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I read a book once that pointed out that life tends to divide itself into befores and afters. It’s true, when you think about it. Some are obvious milestones: Before high school. After high
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I forgot to step tall over the hot wire. I felt my rubber muck boot catch the bottom wire of the horse fence. My ankle caught the strand that I had strung there this summer. My knees hit the
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Swipe Right. "So, what are you looking for?" It's a straightforward enough question really, and one that comes up a lot when you foray into the world of online dating, but it's one that I
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Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; But only he who sees, takes off his shoes, The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora
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I was scrolling through the calendar on my phone, looking for an appointment I couldn't remember making, when I scrolled across a repeating reminder. "Anniversary" It made my stomach drop to be
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My ex didn't want the farm. Actually, he did, until he didn't anymore, but that's a little beside the point. That day last summer, the day that he yelled over the phone that the farm would kill me,
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I pulled the red and white notice off the door of my Heights house with a sigh. We would be fined within days if the lawn continued un-mowed, if the landscaping wasn't trimmed back. The Ex and I