The title of the blog was inspired by Wendell Berry’s wonderful poem “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front.” Read it HERE.
These days I reckon I’m a homesteader, a goatherd and small-scale farmer. For over 25 years I was an attorney in Florida. It was there that I met and married my wife, and there that our children were born.
Eventually homesickness, and a yearning for authenticity, caused me to come back home. So now we live on the farm in southern Virginia where I grew up.
I like to wonder.
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