Sarah Wells’ essay about growing up on a farm and raising her kids in a tiny town is nostalgic but also self-aware of the nostalgia. I love it. If you haven’t been dreaming of a little farm, a piece of land, and a mess of kids, you will after reading this. (The brief depiction of city life is so horrifying that it’s a wonder any of us bear it. Why do we bear it? Jobs, is why.) Even while awknowledging that farm work is hard work … it still sounds nice. In my head. And in her essay.
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