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Stacy Bronec

  • Friendship

    Knives in the Drawer

    The forks clank as I drop them into the drawer, still hot from the dishwasher. With each bang, I think back to the email that unexpectedly dropped into my inbox yesterday. I opened the…

    July 1, 2022
  • Ten Ways to Stop Being a Writer

    Open your computer to a blank Google Doc and then decide now is a good time to update all your photos. Google: What’s the best photo storage website to use? (But really. I need…

    June 30, 2022
  • Farming

    In Good Hands

    I shivered, tucking my hands into the pockets of my brand new Carhartt coveralls. Just the year before, I wore dress pants and skirts and walked the halls as a high school counselor. My…

    June 9, 2022
  • Farming

    Sometimes I’m an Idiot Sandwich

    For weeks, people on social media have been excited about spring. More light! Longer days! My cranky side thinks, Yay, more hours for my husband to be gone!   My stomach turns in knots in…

    April 8, 2022
  • The Keeper of All the Things

    My son, Rhett, is stuffing his feet into the wrong shoes when he asks me if I’m going to play football with him and his dad. I’m in the hallway on the way to…

    March 21, 2022
  • Farming

    Love Evolves: A Short Story

    Nine years ago, love looked like counting down the minutes at work on Friday, then breaking the speed limit to get to the ranch. My stomach full of butterflies—all to spend the weekend with…

    February 14, 2022
  • Where I’ve Written: An Incomplete List

    At my desk, in the laundry room. At the kitchen table, surrounded by Legos. In the car, using talk-to-text because I know I’ll forget by the time I get to where I’m going. In…

    February 9, 2022
  • Never Pass a Place to Pee

    I didn’t mean to pee at a stranger’s house on my wedding day. But I did.  After Rich and I exchanged our vows and walked back down the aisle together, my friend, Cassie, handed…

    February 4, 2022