5 Lessons I Learned From Being Trampled By the Demon Cow: Pt. II

Bruises and manure were all over my arms and I was still wrestling that cow by the time Alexa appeared and ordered me to go back to the barn. She would take it from here. I put up a bit of a fight before dragging myself inside and slamming the door shut. “God, where areContinue reading “5 Lessons I Learned From Being Trampled By the Demon Cow: Pt. II”

5 Life Lessons From Being Trampled by the Demon Cow: Pt I

Nonni and Miss Elsa are currently in Reykjavik, so Alexa and I are manning the farm in their absence. It’s an honor. But it’s also a challenge. We’re milking a new cow. She is unbelievably loud (we can hear her screaming in the fields from the house), impossibly stupid (she is the only cow thatContinue reading “5 Life Lessons From Being Trampled by the Demon Cow: Pt I”

Half an Hour into Independence Day, My Arms Were Covered With Blood

I snooze though four alarms most mornings: one at 5:15, 5:45, 6:20, and 6:45. I must be at the barn, in overalls and boots, by 7. On July 4, after snoozing through 6:53am, I dragged myself out of bed and pulled on my overalls. Sleep fogged my mind as I wiped and tested all the cows’Continue reading “Half an Hour into Independence Day, My Arms Were Covered With Blood”