Chicken Boy

This is a sweet piece, filled with the an insider look at what parenting feels like inside this strange place we call home. Thanks Ez.

Running in ZK

I moved to Twin Oaks about 12 years ago, and about four years in, it became apparent to me that I was going to be a parent (the rapidly swelling midsection of my partner helped to tip me off).  So I figured, as long as I was going to be raising a kid or two on the farm, they might as well be farm kids.  In my mind, I had visions of old fashioned rural existence, with all the little ones pitching in to slop the hogs and weed the ‘tater patch.

A few months passed, and I found myself the father of a son.  A few more years passed, and I found myself the father of a second son.  A few more years passed, and I realized that it can be easier to envision having the kids help out on the farm than it is to actualize that vision…

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About paxus

a funologist, memeticist and revolutionary. Can be found in the vanity bin of Wikipedia and in locations of imminent calamity. buckle up, there is going to be some rough sledding.

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