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Farm Girl: A Memoir Farm Girl: A Memoir by Megan Baxter
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“I imagined accumulating books as the truest form of wealth and dreamt of vast libraries with rolling ladders, shelves rising up to high ceilings, volumes filled with my notes and annotations. Selling half of my collection reduced me. I worried that I’d given too much away.”
Megan Baxter, Farm Girl: A Memoir
“I imagined accumulating books as the truest form of wealth and dreamt of vast libraries with rolling ladders, shelves rising up to high ceilings, volumes filled with my notes and annotations. Selling half my collection reduced me. I worried that I'd given too much away.”
Megan Baxter, Farm Girl: A Memoir
“Maybe it was the exhaustion that robbed me of words but I couldn't express to him on the phone why seeing the plants each day as they grew meant so much to me, or what a paycheck bought me -- not just food and rent, but freedom. Harvesting in the fog, planting and weeding in the heat of the afternoons, driving the old farm trucks, licking the tip of a lime wedged in the throat of a cold Corona while my dirty legs dangled in river water, listening to thunder crack the air above the barn, that was my poetry. I could taste it, dust it from my skin, and smell it under my fingernails.”
Megan Baxter, Farm Girl: A Memoir
“My eyes tried to make tears but they'd gone dry hours ago. I lay back on the couch, poured the rest of the tequila into my glass, and slipped a DVD into the TV. It was a plastic surgery reality show, hours of it, and I watched as people were transformed, pulled apart, emptied, and re-stitched. Did they wake up feeling better? Did they look in the mirror and finally know themselves? I wondered. I fell asleep as yellow fat was weighed and dark sutures were drawn through the eye of an open wound.”
Megan Baxter, Farm Girl: A Memoir
A seed contains all of a plant's potential, so when one is dropped into an open palm you hold a future of thick green leaves and the weight of summer-ripe fruit. In this way, all things begin to grow
Megan Baxter, Farm Girl: A Memoir