I stopped after class to talk with my teacher, Coach Sam. I was going to the state wrestling tournament and would be missing a big quiz in my U.S. History class. I asked him if I could make it up when I returned, or if he wanted me to take it before . . .
It was harvest time, and Dolores struggled to feel like she was of any value. From the time she was a young married bride, she had worked beside her husband in the fields. She had been as proficient at running a horse team as any man. Later, as times . . .
I had ordered all sorts of food in Peru. I had tried chicken with a side of beans, beef with a side of beans, alpaca with a side of beans, and beans with a side of beans. I was starting to feel like a human bean and decided it was time to see if I . . .
I had always said I could never be fond of a cat because cats are annoying animals. Around our farm, as I grew up, the cats were wild and pesky. To make matters worse, when I married, my mother-in-law owned a cat; or, to be more specific, the cat owned . . .
I knew that being a scoutmaster to 18 boys was not going to be a walk in the park, and that I would have to keep my eyes open every minute. That included during the night, when they tried to draw on everyone’s face with indelible markers. It . . .
We came out to the barn on that cold January morning to find the cows’ waterer broken, the water flooding the barn and icing over. It was a huge mess.
My dad cussed. “Not again! This is the third time this week!”
The waterer had a small . . .