She wanted a cow the way someone who grew up a million miles away from a farm wanted a cow. “They’re so cute,” she mooed, riding shotgun while driving up and down the hills of Route 20 in Upstate New York. Real upstate, not downstaters version of upstate. Tri-state New Yorkers think anything outside Yonkers is upstate, but there’s a whole lotta acreage between the Hudson River and Lake Ontario,
The Healing Power of Mud
I actually know exactly when I realized we would all be okay. It was in the middle of a muddy cornfield, with smoking fire sculptures, freezing, dirty kids, bands blaring Irish music, and lots and lots of strangers – laughing, running, hugging, and climbing, then eventually, drinking, eating and dancing. Kids were free falling into waves of mud; rolling, picking themselves up and doing it all over again; laughter echoing