I Milked Cows at 4 A.M. So My Kids Could Sleep In
“The cows knew my name. My children never asked what time I got up.” That’s not a complaint. It’s just the truth, plain and unpolished like the milking stool I sat on for 32 years. I never needed a gold watch. My wrist was blistered red from the hot rinse buckets and cold mornings. And […]
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