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For whatever reason, on Christmas Eve, dad had become fixated on the pot of boiling potatoes on the stove. As condensation trickled down the side and hit the hot burner, hissing and snapping in the heat, he became adamant that the pot had a hole in it. “That pot has a hole in it,” he …

I was going through my art supplies here in my apartment, attempting to sort and arrange things better now that I’ve been in the new place a few months. I came across a stack of handmade paper I’d made out of cattail and cottonwood fuzz, remembering how I’d used my grandpa’s cattle brand (seen here) …

Technically it was Monday, about 20 minutes past Easter Sunday’s closing, so I’m not going to go with a shocking title of Resurrection Sunday. I was still back at the farm for Easter break, and had come downstairs to get a drink of water. All the lights were off and it should have been fairly …

My sister finally gave me copies of the photos, as a Christmas gift this year, from the trip to Disney World her family and I took in January 2009. The photo from the Tower of Terror is the one I kept hounding her for. Though (due to the time of year and a not-so-packed park) …

The magazine Successful Farming has always been a source of snide comments back home. Getting past the nearly uncountable number of jokes the title alone offers, the contents of the magazine are home to a sort of series of brag-pages featuring overly perfect shops, sparkling new equipment, and all the modernity that the agriculture world has to …