Farm Boy, Fetch Me The Sheep Feed

Whenever I tell people we moved from apartment living in New Jersey to a 17 acre farmstead in rural Va, they all say something like, “Wow! Surely this must have been some life long dream of yours to live on a farm?” And I always feel kinda bad when I say, “No, actuall

I Will Always Wonder Who You Would’ve Been

It’s October. Tis the season of overrated pumpkin spice lattes and other foods pumpkin spice has no bid-ness of ever being in. Tis the season where I had every intention of decorating our front porch, but our free loading stray black cat will have to do. Tis the season (or month)

Three Hundred And Sixty Five

“Hope deferred makes the heart sick: but when the desire is fulfilled, it is a tree of life.” At one point in my life, I had no hope that I would ever be in a delivery room, staring into the face of a baby I had carried for 9…err, 8 months. I’m not sure we could have

Fed Is Best

Apparently, it’s world breastfeeding week. Or was? It’s possible I missed it considering every time I had my laptop open to write a post, I have a 10 month old who wants to PRESS ALL THE KEYS and make my screen do things I have never seen before.  

A Goat Walks Into A House

So, a goat walks into a house… No, that’s not the start of some lame joke, I’m just telling you about my day. The honeymoon phase with the goats is officially over. I’m not sure how, but every single animal we have ever owned always manages to hop or climb the over 4′

(Un) Happy Mother’s Day

Maybe you have been here before. Found yourself in church and heard the invitation, “and to all you mothers, don’t forget to grab a carnation for each child you have, on your way out,” the Pastor says. You tell yourself, “Who cares,” you don’t even like carnations, because you

Oh SISTA, I KNOW YOU

Do you remember in the movie Elf when someone mentions Santa and Buddy the elf exclaims, “SANTA! I KNOW HIM!” That’s how I feel when I hear about someone going through infertility. Even If I don’t personally know them, still in my head I think,  “OH SISTA! I KNOW YOU!” I kn

Home Is Where The Goat Is

When you collect trash, it’s called hoarding. When you collect animals, it’s called farming. I’m not exactly sure how it happened. How you can wake up one morning goatless and by the end of the day you are turning into a crazy goat lady. I told Dan I didn’t want a dairy goat just

Lucky Number Seven

There’s a town not too far from us that we’ve been to, since before we moved here. We actually spent our 5th Anniversary there at a Bed and Breakfast with Dans dad in the next room over. Hows that for romance? Surely not more romantic than the time we spent Valentine’s day

Your Fanny Pack Is Showing

I’ll never make a bucket list. I know myself better than that. I’ve said to Dan, “I’m gonna clean our bedroom tomorrow,” for like eight weeks straight.  How depressing would it be at the end of my life when I go to see all the things I’ve accomplished, but I can’t find the list