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So God Made a Farm Mom
Uncategorized 10/24/22 Uncategorized 10/24/22

So God Made a Farm Mom

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In Good Hands
Uncategorized 6/9/22 Uncategorized 6/9/22

In Good Hands

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Sometimes I'm an Idiot Sandwich
Uncategorized 4/8/22 Uncategorized 4/8/22

Sometimes I'm an Idiot Sandwich

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Love Evolves: A Short Story
Family 2/14/22 Family 2/14/22

Love Evolves: A Short Story

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Never Pass a Place to Pee
2/4/22 2/4/22

Never Pass a Place to Pee

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I'll Never Regret Being a Stay-at-Home Mom
Family, Published 1/17/22 Family, Published 1/17/22

I'll Never Regret Being a Stay-at-Home Mom

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The Long Days of Harvest
Family 8/15/21 Family 8/15/21

The Long Days of Harvest

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The Kitchen That Built Me
Family 2/2/21 Family 2/2/21

The Kitchen That Built Me

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A Few Good Things
Family 12/22/20 Family 12/22/20

A Few Good Things

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There's Something I Need to Tell You
11/30/20 11/30/20

There's Something I Need to Tell You

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My Own Little House on the Prairie
9/23/20 9/23/20

My Own Little House on the Prairie

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My {Most Likely Last} Maternity Pictures
Family 4/28/20 Family 4/28/20

My {Most Likely Last} Maternity Pictures

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The Same Season Never Comes Back
8/2/19 8/2/19

The Same Season Never Comes Back

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The One Where the Mom (Temporarily) Goes Back to Work Yesterday, I took the kids to school, except instead of dropping them off and leaving, I walked into the school with them. It’s been a hot minute (see: I wasn’t even 30 at the time. s
I think it’s fun when people share random stuff about themselves online. But I’ve never done it because I feel dumb and worried about what people think about me. In an effort to have more fun on the Internet in my 40s and not care (as muc
I used to wonder why God saw fit to have me marry a farmer. It went against every narrative of the life I pictured for myself. (See: having a plan. See: living in a city.) In the early years of marriage, I wondered if I gave up all of my dreams for
It’s been years since I got an “I Voted” sticker. Not because I don’t vote but because I always vote absentee. But today, I snagged a sticker at our local polling place. Yesterday, I saw a post from my friend, Ashlee, who po
the essays I still want to write have a cotton candy-colored sky, the sun cresting over the silver bins. In the essays I still want to write, the wheat is ripe, and the stubble scrapes my ankles as I step through the cut fields. In the essays I sti
Behind every Type A, stressed-out planner is a group of women lifting her up, reminding her it will all be okay. 🤪 Three weeks out from our conference, and I am feeling stressed—but so excited to soon be in a room with so many amazing rural w

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