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Despite the relative ease in which I spent my earliest days of motherhood, I was never the kind of Mama who gave her little boys baths every night. This was partly because, in our fairly suburban existence, they just never got dirty. I had grown up with farmers as friends and farmers as family and…

Just a short post to highlight some helpful reading over on the Sifford Sojournal: Forgive Them “…Wow. Forgiving, even if I could be just in taking offense; forgiving and forgetting (like we would want God to) and not reviling the person; God’s forgiveness being withheld for my being unforgiving of others! But here was the…

I don’t really know what happened to January. We started digging up the potato field. We had a lot of cozy evenings by the wood stove. We did a lot of addition and long division and multiplying fractions alongside reading and penmanship and english. I finally got around to planting broccoli starts which have still…