Why I Tolerate The Smell of Pig Poo

Why I Tolerate The Smell of Pig Poo

I live in Smalltown, USA. If I threw a baseball south of my yard, it would land just outside the city limits onto lovely dark, black, Kansas dirt that is now covered with pig poo.  Each fall, Farmer Right hauls truckloads of pig poo and spreads them unceremoniously on...
To Hear the Whisper: Why I Engage in the Fight Against Hunger

To Hear the Whisper: Why I Engage in the Fight Against Hunger

The Nicaraguan sun littered abstract morning shapes on the dirt floor of the shack. Maria shuffled to the corner and put her dirty little dress on backwards. Her tummy hurt. The Big Animal with lots of teeth had her tummy in its mouth and was slowly biting. She...