This photo is of my father. I hold it in my hands, a 4-inch by 4-inch Kodak memory of my...
The early 1970s found us almost completely mechanized on our farm in the rolling hills of central Mississippi. At the...
Back in the late thirties, a little before I was born, my father had a tenant house built. It was...
As a farmer and former English major, it gives me no pleasure to announce this, but the truth is agriculture...
Writing the Land: Foodways and Social Justice is a collection of poems and essays that brings together poets, land protection...
Crescent was getting more than a bit familiar with me. First it was my fingers, then the seams and zipper...
What follows is a selection from the opening chapters of BJ Omanson’s memoir Three Years on the Nowhere Road in...
THE PARLOR is a new series on The Milk House that embraces the lighter side of rural life. You can...
Sometimes when practicing mindfulness, Patrick Mulcahy, AKA The Mindful Farmer, returns to a specific childhood memory * The river flows...
In western Kansas one can see for miles. Grain elevators stick out of the earth like push pins on a...
Whenever my father needed to motivate himself while working on the farm he would say, “Come on, man, rock ‘n...
Thomas Dunne published “The End of a Farm” in the Milwaukee Journal in 1994. After the piece, he reflects on the article...