No Place Like Home: Writing in the Field

What is it about home that pulls us ever back, iron filings to some internal magnet? I grew up in Salina, Kansas, a mid-size town surrounded by farm country. My grandparents farmed, and I was able to spend a large amount of my time in the country, rocking on the porch swing of the house built by my great-grandfather and listening to my grandmother tell me stories of the generations who came before me. Land, and the stewardship of land, has long filled my heart and has always stoked my
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Published on June 26, 2015 07:25
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