I once read we lose all knowledge of our family history and where we come from within 3 generations. When my husband passed away, I wrote a series of short stories for a local newspaper about raising my two sons on our homestead. From naked chickens, almost bear attacks, Auschwitz and Dachau, and online dating, life is chaotic. Sometimes we cry, but mostly we laugh.
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I once read we lose all knowledge of our family history and where we come from within 3 generations. When my husband passed away, I wrote a series of short stories for a local newspaper about raising my two sons on our homestead. From naked chickens, almost bear attacks, Auschwitz and Dachau, and online dating, life is chaotic. Sometimes we cry, but mostly we laugh.
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