Eat the Frog

I just got done sorting and pairing up over 50 pairs of socks for various household members and there are still three loads of laundry left ...

 What I have been up to? Photography class. Trying to capture motion. Getting frustrated and super cleaning things like my bath tu...

I am a professor. I know my material and chosen subjects. I have a near photographic and encyclopedic knowledge of the things I have chosen ...

Winter has finally graced us with her pleasures and her wrath. It is really cold, there is so much snow, and did I mention cold? It is co...

"Agriculture, Alcohol, Loneliness, and Other Motifs of the Midwest," is the title of an essay reviewing a favourite literary journ...

When I signed up for the photography class, I was kind of full of myself. I mean, I have published art photography and sold framed print...

I've said this before: everything seems more meaningful when done at midnight. Baking bread? Mundane. Baking bread at midnight? Magica...

In 2010, just days before Isaac was born early I wrote this: The Reverse Bucket List . Someone, I don't even remember who, called me a f...

At Bonaventure Cemetery. Not anyone I actually know. " It is never too late to be what you might have been ." - George Eliot  ...

It is a complicated history I have with my camera. I have always loved photography. I loved the mildew smelling old photo albums we had ...

Fennel bulbs were on sale at the local grocery. I can't resist buying up weird veggies when our rural shop gets them in. I knew this...

Fall on the farm was busy, then there is my job, recitals, deliveries, escaping livestock, paperwork.....fall is non stop. I actually get...

Words are so powerful that people get murdered over them. And it's not even the words, it is the ideas. These ideas can be communica...

When Lily was born I was overwhelmed with everything. Bathing a baby? Oh my no, who ever thought bathing a baby was easy? You get a helpless...

My desk still  not quite the space I want it to be, but this view? Oh this view is so distracting, beautiful, heartbreaking. It is a conve...

Instead of saving blogging for right before bed when I am bone deep tired from the day or for the times I can escape to a coffee cafe wit...

Someone asked me last week if I were a patron saint of something, what would it be? If I was a goddess, what would my domain of power be? To...

Today is our 16th wedding anniversay (I think, I've never been very good with math, but we were married in a snow storm in 1999, so I ...

Everyday there is beauty. Small things, the way the light filters through the dusty window that has sticky fingerprints from curious chil...

I really struggled with choosing this word. FOCUS kept coming back to me though, and I would reject it as not being poetic enough, prett...

2014 brought many changes to our family and farm. Chad joined a punk band, got his Permaculture Design Certification, and quit his corpora...

 Ossabaw Island was my first adventure in 2014. This was way, way out of my comfort zone. I made every excuse I could to talk myself out...