Category Archives: Farm Life

Boots on the Ground: My #FarmFoodTour Experience

Boots on the Ground: My #FarmFoodTour Experience

I believe in activism. I believe in standing up. I believe in speaking out. Power. To. Da. People. What I don’t believe in? Slacktivism. That is, the act of sharing and shaming online without actually doing your homework or better yet, getting your hands dirty. Getting involved.¬†Getting your boots on the ground. I was recentlyRead More

The Subtle Glory of Kansas

The Subtle Glory of Kansas

You know, it’s a wonder any of us Kansans have derrieres. We freeze them off in the winter and sweat them off in the summer. And the wind. The d*mn wind that never, ever stops blowing. To be honest, I’ve been fantasizing lately about a new home, and suburbs where young families flock, and aRead More

The House that Love Moved: Four Years Later

The House that Love Moved: Four Years Later

Reaching deep into the pocket of my dark red Carhartt, I pulled out a crumpled piece of paper that was shoved deep into the seams. 140th, S. on Milan, W. on 13th, S. on Bluff…This simple list of directions, scrawled in my chicken scratch handwriting made me both smile, and experience a bit of relapseRead More

The Memories that Live in the Mess

Snapping the handmade afghan, a gift from our wedding, up in the air, bits of stale popcorn flew up like confetti. There were eight blankets spread on the living room floor, their smell a combination of dribbled milk, kettle corn, cracker crumbs,¬†Labrador, house cat and…my family. Here is where we made our bed two nightsRead More

2013: The Year I Ate My Way Through a Blizzard

2013: The Year I Ate My Way Through a Blizzard

They say this year was one for the record books. Our neck of the woods got 12+ inches of snow in two days, the second highest amount in recent record keeping. I can remember one other time, from deep in my childhood, when we got a comparable amount. Now that I have my own children,Read More

I Love This Dirt Road Life

I Love This Dirt Road Life

Puffs of fine dust swirl where our feet meet with dry Kansas farm ground. “Mom, it’s like we’re living in the desert.” She’s right. This drought has left our land crackly, where it was once lush. I shake my head in amazement, that such a young child would make such an observation. Then again, theRead More