I’m a former wild thing, now a cultivated grown-ass adult human. I’ve relocated from the prairie to a major metropolis and it seems like I haven’t put my bare feet on the earth in forever. I breath in car fumes more than I do the fresh air and I keep longing for the scent of ponderosa pines. Alas I have found my people here and will probably stay, but deep down I still crave to hop on horse-back and go galloping off to the sunset.
Washington in all his glory. I’ve actually stood atop Mt. Rushmore in high school. I’ll have to go home soon, and I’m pretty nervous about it. I haven’t been back in a number of years, in fact I’ve made it a point to not go back. Why? It’s complicated. I really never felt like I…
So maybe I’m not technically a vet’s kid, but I’m a vet’s grandkid. My grandpa was a veterinarian ever since he graduated from Iowa State University way back in the 1950s. He started out his practice as a large animal veterinarian and found his first ever job working in the Dakotas vaccinating heads of cattle…
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