My wife: mom on a mission

On my desk at work I have a photograph of my wife, Karen, when she was 20 years old; and on my computer background just a foot to the right is another photograph of her that was snapped after thirty years of marriage — I can’t tell the two images apart. When my eyes...

Post holes and other affairs of the heart

Most mornings these days I wake up wondering if I can still dig a hole. A lot of projects on our old farm require shoving a shovel in the ground and by early December things get a little dicey. The nights get darker and colder and when the ground finally does freeze...