Jill Winger

Shedding the old identity but keeping the living parts... I thought the homesteading part of me had gone quiet. Maybe even died. I suspected it was burnout. Or at least, I thought that’s what it was. But I now realize there was something deeper at play… Less about tomatoes and chores and old routines, and more about identities—the ones we choose, the ones that choose us, and the ones that fit for a season until suddenly, ...Continue Reading

Sadness and hope can live in the same room.... I’m okay. I’m saying that a lot lately. Sometimes I say it to other people. Sometimes to myself. Of course there is sadness and disorientation and all the feelings I wrote about last week. But in the midst of it, there are other feelings too. And those feelings are, dare I say, a little trickier to express right now. Ever since I shared my last two essays, I’ve ...Continue Reading

I thought I knew what community was. I’ve talked about it a lot on my podcast. About building the soda fountain, rallying people in a sleepy Wyoming town, and showing up in a place where there aren’t a lot of people exactly like me. But as it turns out? I didn’t understand it at all. When it came to grasping the essence of real community, I was still in kindergarten. The last three weeks have made that painfully ...Continue Reading