I grew up in an old pasture, where my parents built our home on a chunk of land carved out of my grandparents' farm. A dairy during my father's childhood, the barn and buildings across the street held pigs and beef cattle during mine.

 

As a child, I climbed the gates, where pigs chewing on the toes of my boots. I covered my ears against the chorus of hungry squeals that broke out at the sound of grain doled out...  read more.