Vogue, Of All Things

If you had told me I’d end up in Vogue, and for sheep shearing no less, I’d have called you a liar. But there it is. I am so grateful to this esteemed publication for showing where our clothes come from, and for telling the world about the most wonderful...

I, 80

“Where are you from?” people ask. “Where do you live?”  “I-80,” I say. The name of this business still holds, though. Interstate 80 is transcontinental, inching east-west (or, I dare say, west-east) from San Francisco, California to...

Come Undone

And, just like that, May. I do not know the last time I did not work a weekend, which was not the point of quitting my day job, I’ll have you know. The idea was to shear more on weekdays. The frenetic pace of life, the death of someone close to me every single...