Last October, when I first arrived here at Maggie’s Farm, the onions and shallots had long been harvested. The only vegetable residents of ‘Home Base,’ which is what they call the field outside my bedroom window, were a few beds of passed-over leeks. It was the tail-end of the growing season so we harvested what we could and turned the leftover crop residue back into the soil. The snows came and went and came again, while the promise of new life come springtime – both botanical and human – loomed... Read the Rest →
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I guess I’m no longer allowed to detest Mother’s Day as another guilt inducing, wallet widening holiday foisted upon us by Hallmark. That’s been my convenient excuse each May to rationalize the paltry present I’ve offer my mom: the ‘gift’ of my voice on the other end of the phone. But it turns out the holiday has a legitimate non-commercial origin, first celebrated in 1908 by West Virginian Anna Jarvis in remembrance of her recently deceased mother and in honor of peace. Combine that with the presence of a soon-to-be... Read the Rest →
According to our midwife, Swisher is wrong side up for this stage in the pregnancy. That means every time he tap dances, his little head bumps straight into Dina’s stomach. It also means if he stays like that, he’s headed down the waterslide the wrong way – feet first. This, among other things, is making his parents a little nervous. But come May when Swisher is scheduled to make his appearance, I might just have some experience with what to do (if I can remain conscious during the birth). Eleven... Read the Rest →