From the age of 12, I spent my summers working in the wheat, oat, and barley fields of Northern Oklahoma and Southern Kansas. I started scooping grain in bins on the farm, which would be used for planting the next year’s crop. The wheat and barley were a challenge, but scooping oats was an itchy…
Daniel woke up to a dry throat, the remnants of last night’s drinks still lingering in his system, but no lingering hangover to speak of. He remembered nothing of the night before, just the usual haze of a drunk fantasy, one of many that had become all too familiar to him. He got up, made…
Next summer, I was 17 years old and had a job at a quaint farm, surrounded by lush greenery and a tranquil atmosphere. Rachel and Steven, the owners in their mid-50s, were kind and welcoming people who made me feel at home in their small apartment at the end of the barn. I shared the…