Hicksters, Stickers, and Affection: Why I Left D.C. for the Family Farm
…was complete and my mother had begun making broth out of the Thanksgiving turkey bones, I returned to Washington, D.C., and gave notice at Sojourners, the Christian social justice organization where I’d worked for seven years. Two months later, I began the actual journey back home. Forsaking city life for a return to “the land” is hardly a new story. Around the time the sugar shack’s tough beams first had been roughly hewn, Henry David Thoreau pe…
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