Homesteading | Self Sufficient Living | Living off the Land
A row of towering steel silos stands in the center of our little town. They’re remnants of another era, when dry land wheat farming was a major industry here and farmers would truck their harvests to town. They’re empty now. The paint is peeling, the metal is rusting, and vultures like to sit on top and glare down at main street. It’s poetic, in a haunting sort of way, I guess. Sometimes I get so used to seeing ...Continue Reading
Once upon a time, we were close friends. We haven’t spoken in nearly thirty years. In fact, I’d nearly forgotten she existed. But one night I found myself scrolling through her social media, lingering longer than I meant to. And something in me paused. We hadn’t hung out since I was eleven or twelve, but I recognized her instantly. Not her face, necessarily—but her essence. Whimsical. Ethereal. Romantic.An Anne-of-Green-Gables sort ...Continue Reading
I don’t use my planner in a cute, color-coded, Instagram-approved way. It has coffee stains on the corners, grit stuck between the pages, and sticky notes tucked in random places. But it’s also the one thing that keeps all my different “lives” from crashing into each other (aka mom of three, restaurant owner, writer, gardener, horsewoman, etc, etc...) Here’s how I actually use my Old-Fashioned on Purpose planner in ...Continue Reading
When I published my “I don’t know what’s next” post a couple weeks ago, a lot of you responded. You didn’t ask for another list of productivity hacks or a 1-2-3 list of tips—you want the messy middle. And you're speaking my language, friends. One of the big questions that kept showing up in my inbox was: "But how do you really do it all??" So… let’s talk about that today. Because the honest answer is: I don’t. From the outside, I ...Continue Reading
Her Instagram profile was beautiful. The vintage barn of my dreams.The classic white clapboard farmhouse.Shot after shot of kids romping through tall grass, pulling wagons, playing with chickens. Captions like “unplugging on purpose,” “never going to town,” and “not participating in civilization.” I scrolled and scrolled. Then came that feeling—you know the one. A lump in my stomach. Maybe even an ache. When I get those feelings, ...Continue Reading
