If you ask the Farmer, he would tell you that I was really really nice to him last week while he was in bed, immobile, strung out on six Percocet a day. I made him pies, and French toast, and meat at every meal because there is no amount of Percocet that would make him [...]

My garden is full of vegetables that I never would have guessed I could grow. There is so much that I am not sure what to do with it all.
Because the acorn falls close to the tree, my son decided he wanted to sell rhubarb at our local farmers market. To be clear, a farmers [...]

You are probably wondering if I think about Melissa having an affair with the Farmer.
I do. I think about it all the time.
As a preventive measure I tell the farmer that if he cheats on me, I’ll stay with him. Forever. I’ll never leave him. He’ll be stuck on the farm with me, in misery. [...]

Ten years ago, when I was pitching my book to publishers, one publisher leaned back in his chair and said, "I don't get it, she's never worked in Human Resources, she's not part of Generation Y, and we can't even figure out what her career is. So how is she qualified to give career advice [...]

Father's Day is a big deal in our house because we have two dads. We have the boys' biological dad – my Ex – and we have the Farmer. On Sundays, including Father's Day, we all spend the day together, on the farm, in mostly harmony.
It is not perfect. A few weeks ago, my Ex [...]

One thing I have learned from living on a farm is that you are not really experiencing diversity unless you are also experiencing repulsion.
We each have lots of assumptions about what is right and wrong, how the world works, how people should act in a civilized community. When faced with true diversity – that is, [...]

Our cat has been peeing on everything. He especially likes the our bed sheets and my younger son’s shirts.
Finally we took the cat to the vet and it turns out he had crystals in his bladder. I’m not going into the chemistry lesson of acid and base and crystals. Mostly because I couldn’t follow the [...]

I am not a big believer in the dream job. For one thing, I don't think people know their dream job. Because it's a job description that has to cover eight hours a day of work. It's hard to imagine something you'd love to do eight hours a day, much less fit into in a [...]

Melissa is driving through Darlington trying to avoid the police. If they see me they’ll arrest me, and we know they know my car. I put the front seat back all the way so I’m out of view. I keep my seatbelt on because in case they see us, I don’t want to be breaking [...]

Today is the first hay baling day of the summer. The farmer is used to making huge, round bales, with big, loud machines. This time, though, he did smaller, square bales, and he found a way to include our son. And the dog.

I spend part of each day counseling people who don't know how to [...]