Hitching a ride, trusting a partner, marrying the same person three times
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Art Homer says he was born in a section of the Missouri Ozarks that would make Bill Clinton’s Arkansas appear cosmopolitan. He teaches at the University of Nebraska at Omaha and is the author of a book of poems, The Sky’s of Such Valuable Glass.
“A tough row to hoe” is not a casual metaphor if you’ve actually done it. Unless you’ve picked cotton. My mother picked cotton as a child. For her, hoeing a garden was leisure compared to pulling the heavy sacks and slicing her hands to ribbons on the sharp, dry husks of the cotton boles.