I grew up on a working farm, where life followed the rhythm of the seasons and the work that needed to be done.
Some of these stories come from those early years—childhood memories, school days, and the everyday moments that didn’t seem important at the time, but stayed with me all the same.
They are pieces of where I came from, and in many ways, the foundation for everything that came after.
Stories
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Through My Eyes, Gently 