Homesteading | Self Sufficient Living | Living off the Land
Becoming the kind of woman who picks up the nail gun and tries. I’ve always considered myself pretty capable. I can cook, bake, can, butcher chickens, run a restaurant, ride a horse, rope (sort of), drive a stick shift, haul a trailer, work cattle, vaccinate, garden, milk, and probably a handful of other things I’m not thinking of at the moment. But as I’ve stepped into my latest life transition, I’ve realized something ...Continue Reading
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
How I'm building a new garden for my new life... I planted seeds before I knew where I was going. I knew separation was likely. I knew life was shifting under my feet. I knew the future would probably look wildly different than the one I had imagined. Yet there I was one blustery February morning, pressing tomato and pepper seeds into damp soil like it was any other year. But it was not any other year. And my gut ...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
