If We Are Going to Come Out of This Whole, We Have to Use This Season to Heal
We planted our garden two weeks ago. Since then, we have had two bouts of frost and a sudden, fleeting flurry of snow. Last evening, while supper baked in the oven, my eldest daughter and I went to check on
The Secret to Writing a Novel
My dear friend (and former neighbor) emailed this week to ask my secret to writing a novel. Flattered, I smiled as I read her questions and promptly responded, promising that I would divulge my “wisdom” this weekend in a blog
The Grace of Germination
Our tiny greenhouse is filled with trays of seeds that are not bearing fruit. A few have pushed up through the dirt of the small, biodegradable pots made from a material like coffee filters. But the majority have remained burrowed down
Garden Therapy
The couple who previously owned our farm—she was a weaver, he was a musician and accordion repairman—were very artistic in the layout of their flower beds, so now it’s nearly impossible for me to distinguish perennials from weeds. This, combined with
What This Writer Learned From Pulling Weeds
Every day, before my toddler’s nap, we walk out to the garden hand in hand. She loves to sniff the tomatoes and pop them off the vines when they are nothing but hard green marbles, barely sprouted from the yellowing flower.
The Midwife Book Trailer & Giveaway!
Hello, friends! Shew! Has it been a busy past few days, but I"m sure all of you have been busy as well. Is it the warmer weather, perhaps? Everybody coming out of hibernation and getting things done? Either way, I am thoroughly
“May My Toddler Use Your…Yard?” And Other Potty-Training Fiascos
I had read the e-books, the articles, asked for and listened to advice. I had purchased pretzel sticks, trail mix, 100% juice boxes, and organic gummies made from tapioca starch. I had done everything but coordinate a celebratory potty dance.
The Miracle of Love
It was one of those nights where I wished my daughter could put herself to bed. I was bone-tired and eager to change into my pajamas, curl up beside my husband with a cup of tea and a book. And