Mississippi Plow Generations

Among the old family slides, was this image of one of my great-great uncles, also known as my great-grandmother's brother, with a very old plow, and I don't know about the horse. This is the branch of family tree descended directly from Ireland, from a young man age thirteen, traveling alone, who arrived in New... Continue Reading →

The Art of Distraction

Darling dears, oh how they trouble me with all this nonsense and effrontery to every single sensibility to act as though we're wedded to a cause without the mind to question what it was that brought us to this mess where we've arrived and how it was that ever though we thrived for times were... Continue Reading →

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