The Journal
Personal essays, homestead and family stories, restoration narratives, and reflections on the turning of the year.
There is one wall in my pantry that nothing would fit on. So I went looking for something I already had, and found a broken frame in the attic of the barn with a picture of a cardinal in it.
Read it here in The PantryThere was a time when I thought making life easier was always the goal. Homesteading did not give me an easier life. It gave me a more connected one.
Read it here in The PorchI didn’t grow up like this. No one handed me a farm. What it actually takes to build a homestead from zero, one burned loaf and one stubborn chicken at a time.
Read it here in The Porch
