On The Death Of My Family's Dairy Farm
On The Death Of My Family's Dairy Farm
This Christmas, like every other, I traveled to northern Wisconsin to stay with my parents on the dairy farm I grew up on. As usual I took the opportunity to help my dad and younger brother with barn chores and milk cows. I didn't help out every shift but I worked more than enough to once again be humbled about the life I left behind and recalibrate my nostalgia.
March 13, 2019 at 05:03AM
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