All That I Am

Sat, 29 Nov 2025 07:23:26 -0800

At age forty-six, I finally broke. I set my phone to erase every message the second it came in. Calls went straight to nowhere. I deleted every app that ever made me feel like I had to be available, had to be connected. The world outside the farm had to make do with an email or blog post once every few days, if that. For months, it was just me, the fields, the barn, the walls of this house—and the…