Our Hardest Week Yet

If our week was written in diary form, it might look something like this: Monday – a 3-story hemlock falls into the goat yard, missing goats, dogs, house, and fence by inches.  Philip spends Monday evening cleaning up (while Andi has a speaking engagement) so...

Happy Thanksgiving!

I know not all of you are in the States, and I know that there are complex histories and power dynamics and painful legacies associated with this holiday for man of us who are. But still, on this day before we formally celebrate here in the U.S., I am grateful for all...