To Those Who Doubt

This one is for the doubters. This one is for the ones who think sometimes it’s just a fairy tale: that maybe we made up the whole Christ-being-resurrected thing to process our universal fear of death; maybe we’re just sitting here making up stories.

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News From the Yurt: We’re Breaking Ground

When we bought this magic little chunk of land, our Sadie was a newborn. I wore her wrapped against my body as we tramped through drifting snow to site the place where we could build our cabin. We walked out all the corners. Our dream home was modest but no less thrilling for all that: an 800 square foot timber frame off grid cabin, built right out of the tall trees growing on the land.

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Muck Boots and Moonlight

I have a dozen little writer’s rituals. There is the warm drink. Food of some kind: chocolate, if I can get it. There is the straight back posture I learned from my mother. The way I say the words under my breath. These are all expressions of myself. My human personality. My instrument. The rhythm of dawn and dusk is something else.

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The Whys and Hows Of Living Off The Grid

The appeal of off-grid living is multi-faceted. On the one hand, it is the “new American Dream.” It is the ultimate expression of our national values of individualism and property rights. On the other, it is an opportunity to tread more lightly, live more simply, love better. Both are ways to escape, but escape from what?

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Whole Mama Week Four – The Cheese Fight

Once upon a time, my children had a Cheese Fight. This was back in the days of tiny babies and no extra energy to be found and so I did something that shames me even now, I bought bags of pre-grated cheese, poison preservatives and all. I was tired, okay? And I had babies that never let me put them down, so how exactly was I supposed to grate my own cheese? … (by Sarah Torna Roberts)

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