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I’m a small town girl, transplanted to the farm. It’s where we raised our family, started a business and found a community. I collect life lessons, good words, interesting stories and, of course, books. I write about them here. I hope you’ll join me in the practice of observing and appreciating the details that make up this one precious life.
Welcome!
I’m a small town girl, transplanted to the farm. It’s where we raised our family, started a business and found a community. I collect life lessons, good words, interesting stories and, of course, books. I write about them here. I hope you’ll join me in the practice of observing and appreciating the details that make up this one precious life.
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Expectations: Let It Be With Me
I’m a slow-buildup-to-Christmas kind of girl. One decoration at a time. And the tree shows up when I feel ready. No grand expectations here. “You do you” is my mantra when it comes to the holidays. While some are mixing twinkle lights with pumpkins, I’m protecting Thanksgiving’s autonomy like my life depended on it. Today, I broke out the...
Good, better, best. Never let it rest.
I love American and Celtic folk music. In another season of life, I taught myself to play an Irish whistle and a lap dulcimer. I never mastered either one, but I enjoyed making “music”. Because I played for an audience of one, good was good enough. Until it wasn’t and I laid the instruments aside. I wonder how many things we pick up and lay...
Quiet :: When Silence Means You’re Up To Something
Our homeschooling years were rarely quiet. With four boys whose ages spread across 10 years, moments of silence were usually cause for alarm. If they weren't sick or sleeping, the absence of noise in our home meant they were up to something. But occasionally, I would be surprised by a quiet that came from deep concentration. Whether it was a...
