I (or maybe you) just fell for the trashy title trick. Caveat: This post is going to be a little long and reflective, which will definitely not always be the case for my posts … I’ve shared some conversations in the past few days that stirred up gender issues that I am really concerned with, … Continue reading “What do you want, a sex change?”
food.
there’s obviously a lot that can be said about food (but it’s likely that i won’t be addressing many of those things). mainly i just want to write about all of the delicious food that we cook and eat in this house. i have to warn you that by the end of reading this post, … Continue reading food.
I did not blog in clogs.
So, I have had some serious blogging anxiety throughout the week. I have never read a blog so needless to say I have never blogged. But, today people, I am a blogger. I am a bloggerrrr. So, what does this make you people? My bloggees? My blogents? Bloggowers? (I realize I am probably so, so … Continue reading I did not blog in clogs.
Why by Cristy Rose
I’m just so grateful for this opportunity to live in a farm house with four amazing women, work on a 10 acre certified organic farm, and be living in this great place called oxnard/camarillo. Choosing to be a part of this community, as my sisterfriends have already shared, has been a process, and I feel … Continue reading Why by Cristy Rose
so I thought I’d be spending a year in D.C….
While I won’t start the story of what brought me to the Abundant Table centuries ago, it does begin on the other side of the world. After growing up in Nairobi, Kenya and three years at Wheaton College outside of Chicago I chose to spend six months doing interning in Phnom Penh, Cambodia as part … Continue reading so I thought I’d be spending a year in D.C….
It all started during the Reformation… [or, one of the reasons I’m farming]
“Well, back during the time of the Reformation…,” I began. All of us interns were sitting in the ‘Family Room’ sharing about how we wound up here with the Abundant Table Farm Project. We joked that we could probably each trace our decision to be a part of this Project all the way back to … Continue reading It all started during the Reformation… [or, one of the reasons I’m farming]
