Note to self: When in doubt, be love. When it seems too hard, dig deeper and find a way. Love is even more important then. There is always a way. I don't mean the mushy, gushy, "nice" kind of love.... Continue Reading →
There is a lot of talk these days about the time kids spend attached to screens and electronic devices rather than playing outside like older generations used to. I've spent more than a decade working in environmental education. I helped... Continue Reading →
One day at The Energy Fair and I am totally inspired all over again. Before I head back over this morning, I have to tell the world about the awesomeness of this organization (the Midwest Renewable Energy Association) and the... Continue Reading →
The only way I get anything done is to get started. Once I'm started, it's easier to keep going, build momentum, and reach my goal. Even though I know this, I often like to set huge unattainable goals for myself... Continue Reading →
The women in my sweet little community celebrate new moms (and other life transitions) with a "Blessingway" ceremony honoring the woman, all women, and the timeless bonds that connect and support us all. Blessingways are the best. The events we... Continue Reading →
That's it. I've decided. This is my reminder. My kids have more to teach me than I do them. My job is really just to help keep them alive (and hopefully thriving). They teach me how to live. Or is... Continue Reading →
I turn forty today. I guess that means something sort of. I've never really paid much attention to age after I achieved all those childhood milestones that were attached to gaining more freedom. Those mattered. As an adult, birthdays have... Continue Reading →
The world's largest renewable energy and sustainable living fair happens in our tiny town of Custer, Wisconsin. The Energy Fair is an event we never miss - seriously, it was the one blackout date we had when planning our wedding.... Continue Reading →
It was three days past Christmas, and not much above zero. The light, westerly breeze cut into exposed skin like a scalpel. A dozen of us, bundled in layers of coats and sweaters, climbed into Justin Isherwood’s old manure spreader,... Continue Reading →
