The Hurricane Report

In the space of one week, the dryer died, the kitchen refrigerator crashed, and I came home to find the above notice on my front door. All o...

The first step is often the hardest. I opened up the blog and sat down to write multiple times over the summer. Each time, I thought I had s...

Quiz for my children: Where was this picture taken? Warmer temperatures and longer daylight inspired me to get out and walk back on the farm...

I wanted to write a post yesterday with reminiscences of the year just past...but life was big yesterday and the post did not happen. Today:...

I walked next door today to feed the cat, Grammy's gray fuzzball, Miss Kitty. Two years ago, Grammy was with us, preparing Thanksgiving ...

Y'all, I woke up Monday morning genuinely looking forward to going in to work. No tight neck muscles, no churning stomach, no clenched t...

It's a soft, gray, mizzly day here at the farm. The air is cool and moist. Crows cackle in the trees behind the house and a soft drip-dr...