I lived on a Native American reservation once. The tiny little town where I lived is called Fort Defiance and it’s located near the border of Arizona and New Mexico, on the Navajo Nation. I was only there for a few months, but it was a fascinating experience....
I went back home to Syracuse last weekend for Mother’s Day. My parents and four out of my six siblings were there, with their toddlers, babies and preteens in tow. It was a blast in all the ways that you’re envisioning. And without the added responsibility of...
We once spent a week on a tiny Indonesian island just 2 miles around. There aren’t any cars or trucks in this magical place. Just donkeys, sandy paths, ocean views, and little thatched roof huts scattered about. We love to travel with our taste buds and one of...
Anytime I doubt that Greg’s chemistry background is even the least bit related to his work on the farm, he reminds me that when it comes down to it, farming is just a series of complicated year-long experiments. A year ago, in the dead of winter, we set our...
Why is it that we call the living breathing animal one thing and then the physical cut of meat something else? Seeing the words “pig” and “pork” side by side makes me think about the general distancing that takes place between us (the eaters)...
We’ve learned that whenever we’re feeling consistent friction somewhere on the Farm, it’s time for a change. Sometimes change on the farm means implementing a new system. Like when we figured out that instead of running out of livestock water at...
