goose for dinner

goose hunting... the farmer has been up at 5 am a few mornings this week to head out and hide in this little shelter and attempt to shoot the poor geese flying overhead... a rule we have around here is that you must eat what you shoot... so I used my father-in-law's recipe for what... Continue Reading →

daddy’s girl

‚ÄúThis tug-of-war often obscures what's also happening between us. I am your mother, the first mile of your road. Me and all my obvious and hidden limitations. That means that in addition to possibly wrecking you, I have the chance to give to you what was given to me: a decent childhood, more good memories... Continue Reading →

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