In the spring of 2001, when I was six years old, I was sitting around the oak farm table at my grandparents house. We had just shared an Easter dinner as a family, when my late grandfather disappeared into the guest bedroom.
When he emerged back into the dining room, he was holding a baby Pygmy goat–a brown and white bleating tuft of fur. I was the only grandchild at the time, and Willy, as he would come to be named, was my present. I was elated, but other than knowing how to bottle feed him, as a six year old, I had no redeemable care-taking skills. My parents were furious, we lived in the city at the time, and none of us knew how to care for a baby goat.
However, over the next couple of hours at Easter dinner, my parents and I fell in love with Willy, and considered him a member of our family until the day he died. Our situation wasn’t ideal, but we loved him, so we made it work in a small one-story house in the middle of the city.
That is the type of writing we are looking for at Goat’s Milk Magazine. We want the pieces that you love, that you consider a part of you, that you’ll do anything to make work. We want the imperfect situations, the writing that only exists at 3 am, the type of writing that grows from a 26 hour road trip. We want you; we want raw, original work. We’re excited to announce our launch coming in January 2018, but we cannot do it without you. We look forward to reading the best of you.
All the best,
Paige Leland, Danielle Johnson, & Alissa Rabideau