A city girl’s epiphany splitting wood
by Amy E. Randall
Dec 06, 2021
3 minutes
I was a city girl. I loved sidewalks and the way the plumes of weird-smelling steam from subway grates fogged up my glasses. I talked a lot about the museums I never went to and bought books from The Strand I still haven’t read.
But I moved to the country. Sadly, urban survival skills were not transferable. Money and sassiness only went so far. What I needed was help.
We burned wood to heat the house. There
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