My first experience with raw milk happened in the throes of labor… No, not my labor. I was doula-ing for a single first-time mother a couple of years ago, and she lived a little ways outside of town with her parents. Her parents had a farm with many cows, and her mother had a milk…
Me with my Costco-sized bag of kettle corn. Last night, Frank and I were walking around Costco, happily munching on some non-GMO kettle corn we found in the snack aisle… (Do you know how LONG it’s been since I’ve had kettle corn???) …when we came upon the giant pallets of organic cold-pressed unrefined coconut oil.…
I have a confession to make. I’ve spent a lot of my life avoiding dirt. My mom tells this story about me that goes like this: When I was little bitty, before I could talk or walk, I would crawl around on the ground and pick up the dust bunnies I found. I never put…
I just got home from my usual Monday morning errands of chiro, raw milk, gas, and grocery, and I wanted to type this up before I run out again for part 2: bank, post office, oil change. This morning, after picking up my (delicious, wonderful, heavenly, creamy) raw milk, I stopped by Kroger to grab…
As you might have seen on our Facebook page, my mom and sister were over at our house this past Friday, and my sister showed me this really cute video of Marcel the Shell with Shoes On. This was uploaded to YouTube two years ago, which means I’m really behind the times on this one,…
I’ll never forget a story I read about a group of 2nd graders who went on a field trip to a farm. Although I can’t remember where I read it originally, I will tell you that the story is true, which is why it has remained so memorable to me. On their tour of the…