And so begins the reign of Fergus the Red

Our puppy follows closely in the big, scary outdoors. And he thinks he’s hurting his squeaky chew toys and whimpers

And so begins the reign of Fergus the RedThe Farmer and I have entered another phase of life. In our 10th year of marriage, as he settles into his 60s and I finish off my 40s, we are once again parents of a newborn. We recently picked up an eight-week-old golden retriever puppy. After weeks of deliberation, we decided his name is Fergus.…

Here’s to you, Mom

Probably the best gift you can give Mom is your time and attention. She doesn’t need you to buy into the commercialism of the event and spend a lot of money

Here’s to you, MomBeing a mom is one of the best jobs on Earth. It’s very rewarding. It’s also completely thankless sometimes, if that makes any sense. Mom doesn’t usually get a thank you when she wakes up in the middle of the night to change diapers and provide food for her new babe. She will likely get…

How I accidentally ended up married to a farmer

I thought the local 4-H club was a dance studio. The boys who were members were the only ones who knew how to two-step. I never imagined I’d marry a farmer

I’ve been asked many times: How does one become an Accidental Farmwife? Here’s how I explain it: In 2006, I started dating a local university professor. He was a divorced father of two and I was a divorced mom of three. We were so busy shuttling our daughters to sports practices and music lessons that the…