Milking the Mares
Not far from the round white felt house called a ger, the family had strung a line between two posts. About ten horses were tethered there. “Would you like to help with milking the mares?” the chief justice asked me.
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Look Again
I have invited several of my writing colleagues to share an essay in answer to this prompt: “What lingers in your memory about a specific place, perhaps a recent vacation or a place you’ve lived? How did this place, or your travels, influence your creative process?” Writer Maggie Moris shares this essay. One blustery afternoon, several… Read More