Everyone, Meet Trapper

We made a big change in farm life this week.  It was a hard change for many reasons, but a good one for many more. We traded in Philip’s pick-up for a more fuel-efficient Subara Impreza that I named Trapper after the seal in the children’s books. That...

50 Years Later

50 years. That is long in the life of our young country.  That is brief in the life of a human. My father was 17 years old.  I was just 11 years from being born. I don’t know what Dr. King would say about now, 50 years later. I don’t know if he’d be...

A Shavasana of Solidarity

I feel the ache always in my lower back, the way that our planet’s slinging around a ball of fire pulls me to the earth, tugging out the way I carry myself through all the day – stuck out, held up, bolstered. Here, in shavasana, I give all that up. I lay...

When Home Becomes Tragedy

All night, the fear. Tossing me from side to side on 600 thread-count cotton sheets that my future mother-in-law bought.  Waking to think, if they arrested someone and didn’t find her, is she dead?  Is that what they are looking for just barely beyond the woods...

Farm Busyness Is Awesome

So much is going on today. I’m going to make our first batch of wedding salsa using a recipe I’m going to wing from suggestions.  Wish me luck. I’m finishing a manuscript for a client. I’m preparing the garden so that I can put cold crops in....