Locking Arms Against Cancer

Locking Arms Against Cancer

I detest cancer. Loathe cancer. I could list a number of abrasive words to summarize why I detest the invasive disease. I was 4 years old and sitting across the living room when I first witnessed someone die of cancer—my maternal grandmother. By my teens, uncontrolled...
“I Need a Caretaker”

“I Need a Caretaker”

There is just something about watching a hay bale birthed—freshly pressed from the wispy produce of the land. A baby bale all swaddled in stretch wrap or tucked in twine and ready for nourishing life in others. I salute the tireless farmers and ranchers of our world...