Light at the end of the dark hallway. I’m a truth telling oversharer, it’s who God has asked me to be.   I haven’t always been this way,...

Our 1742 Farm The cold air burns my nose as I breathe in the smell of the wood stove that lingers in the thin air. I love the way the...

February has arrived and with it a thick blanket of sparkling white snow covering the farm.  Though the sound of dripping snow off the...