Losing My Identity

It all began simple enough.  A ringing came from my stocking on Christmas morning in 2002.  My husband wanted me to have a cell phone so we could reach each other.  Then many years later came the smart phone and all of a sudden I could be instantly connected to my email, to text messaging,…

Eight Steps to Starting a Farm

So you have decided to start a farm.  You have a burning desire in you that is unquenchable, filled with seed catalogues and pioneer books.  A desire to grow your own food.  Fed up with the what the government deems safe for consumption, you have decided to take matters in your own hands and will…