Our yard is filled with mud. Not the good kind, where kids slosh and laugh and mom looks the other way because it is spring in Maine. It is the boot swallowing, productivity-inhibiting, slough of despond-ish kind. I have been tempted, several times to “deal with it” by staying inside and waiting for the warmth […]
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I have the privilege of teaching at a classical Christian conservatory once a week, and one of my roles this year is to lead the morning song. I had come across the song “I Know That My Redeemer Lives”, and it has been a fun and edifying way to begin the day. It begins: “I
How do we get our kids to develop a good work ethic when we don’t live on a farm? This is a question have repeatedly asked myself for years. Honestly I bring it up a lot in the hopes that my dream for a small farm will get pushed into reality, but I digress. I
I get buyer’s remorse, but in reverse. I pat myself on the back for a job well done of leaving a store without buying any unnecessary items, and then halfway home, I get that familiar pang of regret that I have left something behind that, seemingly, would have fulfilled me. This month, it was black
We were stacking some of our wood yesterday in the not-quite cool of mid-morning. It was a last-minute decision to let the dishes go by the wayside. Not because dishes don’t matter, they do. If I were a list-maker (and I am), I could see the never-ending road of tasks, paved before me, leading me
