#Iowa

The Red Oak and the Sawyer

The saying goes that a mighty oak grows from a tiny acorn, but in my case a mighty pile of lumber grew from one mighty oak. Four years...

Guns and Life

On Sunday evening, October 1st, 2017, a rich white man in Las Vegas opened fire with automatic assault rifles on a crowd of thousands at...

Going Home...Again

I flew back to Iowa a few days ago to plant trees, nearly 200 chestnut trees we received as sprouted nuts last April and are now growing...

Tonight's Sweet Corn Soup

I’m back with a great rendition of the sweet corn soup that Beth made last night. She had an idea that the sweetness of corn stock would...

Hot Sun and Sweet Corn Memories (Recipe)

Growing up on the farm in Iowa, there was one day each summer that my sisters and I dreaded, but never managed to avoid. It always...

When Corn Came to Iowa

Shirley Gray’s nails are painted an orangey red that matches her lips and hair. The kind of orangey red that, before Trump, was the...

A Dog's Life

We are in Iowa, staying for the month of June. Our dog, Rosie, loves the farm more than I do, if that’s possible. She spent one of our...

Greetings from Iowa

We have been really bad about writing in this blog. It is not that we don’t have a lot to say about eating less meat (please ignore the...

The (Sad) Truth About Farming

So let’s be real for a moment. Iowa is beautiful. The land is some of the most fertile on earth. Water is plentiful (unlike here in...

City Girl Meets Rural Iowa

I barely remember Green Acres, the old TV show where city loving Eva Gabor marries a man with a dream to be a farmer. They move to the...