If I Live Too Long, I’m Afraid I’ll Die: A letter from the editor
Sarah Kanabay
Posted on May 6th, 2020
In the past, I’ve never published the Farmer General sober. I’m turning 39 in another week and a half, and shortly after that, it will be a year and six months since I quit drinking. I haven’t touched another human being in two and a half months. Last night, in a field, one of the two men I’m working on a farm with told me that he has suddenly grown a whole inch in the past two years and at 42, is now six ft. one. The numbers that divide days are a funny thing right now–the numbers that rule our selfhood and wholeness, our ability to allow or disallow certain behaviors, what we do to carve light and space into arcs and into…