Lost In Thoughts
I'm a dairy farmer, and obviously I like milk, cheese, ice cream, and all things dairy. Perhaps this is why I'm still surprised when I see articles like Cows, who needs them. This one was definitely one of the most extremely radical pieces I've read in a mainstream magazine. The writer ignored old and new... Continue Reading →
Today I have the privilege of interviewing dairy farmer and writer Carla Wardin. After previously publishing two non-fiction books, Every Other Twin Book is Wrong and Where the Filed Things Are, she has now released her first work of fiction, Sawyer In The Woods. A mom, farmer, and U.S. Farmers and Ranchers ambassador, and still has time... Continue Reading →
Chapter 1 “...the phone lines are jammed up with your calls about Right To Farm or Right To Kill. We’ll have Senator Pearson on in the next hour to explain why he wants to repeal the Right To Farm Act. Caller one, your thoughts?” “I’ve been vegetarian for five years because of what happens on... Continue Reading →
In 2012 one of our dairy cows decided that the nation needed a new leader to take us in a better direction, and she volunteered for the job. Shirley Cow began her campaign in earnest. She even selected a running mate, Norma, from Dairy Carrie's herd. Here is the complete saga of Shirley Cow's run... Continue Reading →
To celebrate the final rounds of editing my Calculated Cruelty book I got a tattoo of a colon on my hand. The punctuation kind, not the body part. Yes, I'm joking. I actually received these two blood blisters while repairing this fence last week. I don't think I could ever get a tattoo because I'm... Continue Reading →
I have a teenage daughter. Now most dads might think about what a burden that is. They might talk about the nonstop talking for instance. Or giggling. Lots of giggling. Lastly, they might reference teenage boys and explain how their gun needs cleaning or how hard they can hit a ball, or balls, with a... Continue Reading →
This is a short story I wrote a few years ago that ties in with yesterday's post on Rise of the Robot Farmer. One spot in retrospect is a little over the top, but I thought it was a good enough read to share again. Jane walked down the stairs dressed and ready for... Continue Reading →
There it is. The debut of the cover of my next John Steele rural detective book. I like it quite a bit. Okay, I hope no one thinks it looks like the hand is holding a wand. Right. So, recently I committed a murder. Hack and slash type. Wait, before you judge me I want... Continue Reading →
Farmer Bright 