The Second Sign on Our Farm
The sign came in August, wrapped in a feed sack and tied with baling twine, and my father-in-law carried it into our kitchen like he… Read more
The Red Paint on My Barn
I saw it in my headlights on a Thursday night in September, coming up our lane at a quarter to ten with a bag of… Read more
The Dollar on the Legion Bar
“It was my ticket, Deb,” Tammy said, with the nozzle still in her Equinox and her eyes on the numbers rolling past on the pump…. Read more
The Wedding Supper in the Machine Shed
“She’s after the farm, Dad,” my brother Gary said, and he said it to the salt shaker instead of to our father, the way he… Read more
The Mittens Under the Bazaar Table
Kim picked up a red pair of mittens by one cuff, the way you would pick up a dish towel somebody left on the counter,… Read more
The Cardboard Combine on Main Street
“Bud, take that off a minute,” my son-in-law said from the kitchen doorway, and the engine noise my grandson had been making for ten straight… Read more
