During My Daughter’s Wedding, She Slipped Me a Note Saying “Dad, Help Me” — What We Exposed Stopped the Ceremony Cold

farmhouse that leaned a little into the wind, and a barn that needed more work than we could afford.

People thought we were crazy.

“You’re going to live forty minutes from a decent grocery store?” Diane’s sister had asked. “What about schools? What about culture?”

Diane had smiled and said, “We’ll plant our own culture. And potatoes.”

So we did.

That first continue reading …