Totes Ma Goat Yoga, It’s Really a Thing!

It’s a trend hotter than pass the potato at a kid’s birthday party. But if you own farm animals, it’s a little hard to understand why people would pay money to stand barefoot in a pasture to exercise and pet your goats. But when in Rome or, in this case, your bright white barn—and you…

“No” Is A Full Sentence

It just happened. There was no additional, “sorry” or a list of reasons why I couldn’t or wouldn’t do what the person had asked. I simply replied with a word that up until now has been difficult for me to say without overanalyzing how it would make the other person feel. But my response just…

You Are What You Eat

I watched my six-year-old climb onto the stage without hesitation. We were getting ready to watch a pumpkin pie-eating contest at the Centerville Fall Festival when the emcee asked if there were any other boys under the age of 15 who wanted to participate. Most of the other competitors were twice my son’s size and…

I Am My Children’s First Impression

“So who takes care of all this?” It’s a question I get every time someone visits our home. The big house, 30 plus acres, farm animals, pond and three energetic kids tend to overwhelm people as they watch the sights and smells unfold in real time. “We do.” I answer. A little insulted that people…

Channeling Your Inner Chicken

‘Did you grow up this way?’ I laughed, loudly, and then immediately apologized for appearing rude. But the truth is, anyone who knows me from childhood, college or, heck, four years ago would never picture me living on or anywhere near a farm. But as I walked around our property showing my friend’s family our…