There is a man named Jon who works on Tata Harper‘s farm in her “batch room.” Jon and I (independently) fell and shattered our right wrists on the exact same week last June. We both had the same surgery, with titanium screwed into our bone, in the same place. The only difference is that one […]
Wwoofing in Italy
The leather gloves were rough and cracked from overuse. But by the second day, after hours of bending and turning with our hands, they became more pliable. We each had our favorite pair. There were ten of us. We had all come from different places–from Nashville to Amsterdam–and descended on this Tuscan vineyard a few […]