I grew up on a farm that you could say was just a around the corner from the cabin on Townline Rd.  Barb was my Dad's niece, and our cousin. In the days when the chores were all done, hay baled and cows milked. Dad never refused when we asked...

"My voice and heart were breaking as I crawled up in his bed and said, 

You can let go now, daddy, you can let go. 

Your little girl is ready to do this on my own.

It's gonna be a little bit scary,...

You know what my dad is doing right now?

Right now he is leaning up against an open tail gate somewhere in the woods. His truck weighed down with a load of wood, the smell of chain saw oil on his jeans and wood chips in his hair. He is ti...