THE PARLOR is a new series on The Milk House that embraces the lighter side of rural life. You can...
This is an old feeling, standing by this evening’s field, these dark rags hanging, strung on wire, beaks silent and...
The furze has taken over, according to my mother, and soon will smother the trees in their infancy. This rocky...
Tell It to Trees Rivers cannot hear trees as they (the rivers) flow through a forest of never-minds with untied...
Sometime in January, 1974, Omanson received divorce papers from his wife. Caught off-guard and emotionally crushed, he just signed the...
Autumn Caledonia County, Vermont Why not write something for those who scratched out improbable livings here? Somebody has...
Backhoe Bob sat in the gas-station diner with the Sheriff, who also happened to be named Bob. Locals have been...
You were born with pale blue eyes. You were born with white skin, a palm-tree-shaped birthmark behind your left knee...
With the coming of spring, Omanson was finally in the mood for a little society and joined an encampment of...
I started going to bed early and getting up at four each morning to sit in the chair and stare...
Rolls of hay lean into the hillside, peppery-sweet, thick wheels, spiraling to rest in slumped shoulders of land; bonfire weather...
Two classes later, I walk into Advanced Biology consumed with worry about what Mr. Crouse will say to my parents,...