Didn’t Used To Happen

Didn’t Used To Happen

Once in a while, an apparently unremarkable thing gives me pause and I think, “That didn’t used to happen.” In May, for example, I sheared some sheep that I shear every year. At the end of the job, the owner asked the common, perennial question, “What do we do with...

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...

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...