They stride down the sidewalk on a mission. The boots are dusty. The work pants are creased and stained well past the skills of any washing machine – the hat tips to each local and those passing briefly through town alike. They walk purposefully down each aisle of the local supermarket. The shirt tucked intoContinue reading “The Aloof Farmer?”
Some days I find it difficult to reconcile the nurturing of animals with the production of meat. How do I resolve that conflict in my soul?