The tricky thing about spending time on a farm is – for me, anyway – that it’s damn near impossible to leave.
I went there two Thursdays ago to help set up the barn for the weekly distribution of product and food to CSA members. And all of a sudden there it was, a full week [read more ...]
I do believe in fate.
Last week while aimlessly wandering the aisles of the grocery store, I picked up a jar of molasses. I love molasses for its deep, warm sweetness and retro-chic quality. ”Why don’t I bake with this more often?” I said to myself at the time. “I should make a conscious effort to use it.” [read more ...]
“Hey,” I said to Stu the other night. He looked up from the book he was reading and I set mine down in my lap. “Would you call me a parent?”
“Well – yeah. I mean, you parent.”
I brought my gaze back down to my book and thought about that. I parent. As in, the verb. [read more ...]
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