The Milk House is fortunate to be able share a piece from Irish farmer and blogger DJ McAuliffe, who expresses...
While reading about Minnesota’s dairy barns collapsing under the weight of snow, I could not but think of my family’s...
All day they mumble in a clump outside the hive. I water the days of an unexpected life. I fill...
Crossing Places At the crossing places when the river is still and ghosts untangle themselves from the trees you can...
Two creeks converged in a field on the west end of our farm. It was a three-cornered patch with the...
Lately the thought of homesteading and dreams has been on my mind. I’m part of an online group of homesteaders...
My friend Willard Cochrane’s last book, The Curse of American Agricultural Abundance, came out in 2003. In that book, he...
THAT GERTRUDE COW for Annie the Herdswoman It was below freezing in the milking parlor. The freshly hosed down cement...
Nana had loved Mike for years. There was something of the earth about the man. He owned land but the...
We’d passed Neary’s millions of times. It was about halfway between me and Tobin’s place outside our village. We’d often...
“It’s not something we have to create, it’s something we already have. We have to teach people why blue tarps...
A story from rural Kenya. From the Becoming Erick Collection. Edited by Poppy Johnson. A Mother’s Manual Dreamily he watched,...