Our family’s history starts with a pond on top of a hill. It was first dug by my great grandfather,...
My father, in spite of himself, scratched the back of the cat’s neck. The cat lifted his head and looked...
The mission of The Milk House is to introduce readers to those who write on rural subjects, and part of...
My parents packed their bags and came to visit me on what they termed their “once in a lifetime trip.” ...
Sometimes the only way to know what the younger generation is into is to do what they do.
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