The Era of Personal Responsibility

What would you do if you were is 1930’s Germany witnessing the rise of Hitler?  Would you realize that something was very wrong with the trajectory of the leadership?  What would you do about it? Before the current era in politics this was a purely hypothetical question that now seems to have become painfully relevant….

The Food Pyramid They Don’t Teach In School

“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good (wo)men to do nothing.” -Edumnd Burke The current state of our immigration policy is something I have tried to publicly ignore but like my Planned Parenthood post I feel the discussion has reached critical mass and I can’t sit idle.  The discourse seems to be…

Unexpected Fruit of Grief

Four years ago, we were preparing for my dad’s funeral by early morning light.  I was back in my childhood home under the redwoods in my mom’s kitchen; writing a joint eulogy with my sister and pouring some good whiskey into a flask for the three of us.  It was rough but we were determined…

Symptoms of an Insane World

  I don’t know where to start, but the beginning seems a good place to try. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t believe humanity to be insane. From the time I was first aware of the world outside my own thoughts and opinions; it seemed I was surrounded by contradiction and needless turmoil. I…

On Giving and Getting

More then a decade ago, this picture was taken.  I was a line cook on the Santa Cruz Municipal Wharf in a high-end Mexican restaurant.   I would come in first thing in the morning, prep for the day, work the line at lunch and stay through the dinner rush. Anyday I was not in school, I…

The Choice I Never Had to Make

I wrote this post some time ago now, and I did more than hesitate to post it.  In fact, I almost didn’t at all. This is because my reproductive health is no one’s business! After a time, I was compelled to speak out on behalf of an organization that had given me the greatest gift in the world,…

A Jolly Poke In The Ribs

Last month, marked three years since my dad passed.  In my meditations of him I came across a memory.  Our family’s version of a holiday story; about a time when he poked me, I hit him and we both learned an important lesson about the world we lived in. I recalled writing about it years before and with a…

Best Present EVER!

This week is my birthday and yesterday I got the most amazing gift I have ever received. We have a tradition of handmade gifts here on the homestead.  Money is always tight and gifts are usually better when thought and effort create them, rather than a factory somewhere out there. I had to work but when I came home all…

When I was a kid, I swore…

That I would eat candy all day, even the kind that would stain my tongue bright “colors not found in nature.” That I would watch daytime TV to my heart’s content. I would never do the dishes.  Well ok , maybe once a week. And I would eat Marie Calendar chicken pot pies every night instead…

TBT- Ode To Honey

Honey is somewhere around 15 years old. (Now 16!) This is a ball park estimate since her age at the time my husband adopted her was uncertain.  She has been such a blessing in our lives and rather than singing her praises after she is gone (an inevitability I don’t like to think about) I wanted…

Time May Heal All Wounds- But It Makes Homesickness Worse

My little town has always been the core of who I am. Even now as I sit thousands of miles away-it feels close enough for me to touch.  It still stings my heart that I am too far away to do so. Boulder Creek still looks the way that most towns in the West used…

TBW: Wisdom From The Lakota.

My sister and I were raised by a pack of rabid surfers and hippies.  When we were very young our Godfather, Todd discovered the world of Ishi-The Last Yahi.   Todd was already one of the most accomplished outdoorsman you will every meet.  For instance; look what he can get with a snorkel and sling spear- breakfast,…

Random Acts Of Kindness And Chinese Food

More than a decade ago, I was walking to my car in downtown Santa Cruz.  Coming toward me from across the parking garage was a man, he was crying.  His hair was matted to his head and his cloths hung off him awkwardly. He was speaking Spanish asking for “help.”   It was one of…

My Hands

Have never known a manicure or file. And they are bitten rather than clipped. They have been painted less times than there are fingers to paint. In many places they are more scar than skin. The fingers on the right appear to have been badly broken long ago, though they never were. They often spend…

How Can I Tell?

Am I beautiful? How can I tell? I could look for the answer in the mirror to see what I need to cover up. I could give myself a number either off a scale or tag. I could look at the beautiful people that surround; compare and see what I should change. I could starve…

The Choice I Never Had to Make

I wrote this post some time ago now, and I did more than hesitate to post it.  In fact, I almost didn’t at all. This is because my reproductive health is no one’s business! After a time I was compelled to speak out on behalf of an organization that had given me the greatest gift in the world,…

The Prettiest Fungi Of All.

I am astounded by the constant change of the forest here, in Maine.  There is a time for everything and everything has its time.  We have an incredible amount of fungi in the woods that surround us.  Most start fruit in the middle of summer and continue right till winter.

TBT

The Swell Again and again I tread the same water passing it over my body and going nowhere, suspended between what is and what is to be. Then change comes as a wave out of the abyss consuming everything. Shifting your entire bodily universe and there is nothing anyone can do to prepare for it,…

I Spoke Too Soon…

Some days are not as fun as others and some downright F*cking suck.  This Tuesday was one of the latter. We were so excited about our new family members but the excitement was short lived.  Tuesday morning, I went out to tend the lambs and my heart dropped into my feet when Rusty would not get up….

Death and Facebook

Unlike Myspace; I think it is safe to say that Facebook isn’t going anywhere.  The advent of this previously unprecedented way to stay in touch has made a huge impact on many parts of our society, for better or worse. When I started my account I did so for my dad.  My partner and I…

It’s A SAK!

I was broken, empty and unable to do anything about it.  My dad was dead and I was 3000 miles away. I couldn’t fly home immediately, because bereavement fairs no longer exist and we could not afford a ticket that costs twice what it would in two days. All I could do was wait; feeling useless…

“I Only Know Enough To Know I Don’t Know Much.”

Because the beginning of next year starts with the end of this one I thought the end of last year was a good place to start the next. Confused yet? Don’t be. The changes this year held for us have been immense.   We have done many things and many things have happened to us.  It all begun…

The Eye, The Mountain and The Tree.

Sometimes (well ok- most of the time) I wish I could just go around life’s hard patches.  Alas, I find again and again these phases are not only inevitable, but vital if I am to come out the other side any wiser. Many times I go through adversity only to vow that the next time I will avoid the obstacle when it presents itself.  “That was way…

What IS Homesteading Anyway?

When we tell people that we live on a homestead we get a verity of reactions.  They range from “oh, you live on a farm” to “so, you are like one of those doomsday preppers.” While both reactions are not wrong they do miss the mark- for a couple of very important reasons.  One of the best definitions…