The Very Best Lessons I Learned From My Mom
One of my fondest memories of my mom from my teenage years is the night we fought a badger.
My dad was out of town, so my mom and I were managing life on the farm with the help of our outdoor farm dog, Bob. Bob, like his namesake, was a barker, and this time his barking alerted us to a problem — he had an unknown animal cornered under our front window.