Category Archives: Farming

When I Grow Up

When I was little my father was a carpenter. If you know my father this is hard to believe, mainly because I (or anyone else) never saw him do anything handy. Ever. I don’t actually remember him being a carpenter. But I know he was one, because at some point I came across a drawing that I did when I was young. It was of my father holding a hammer, and it said “When I grow up I want to be a carpenter like my Daddy.” Being a child it’s easy to know what you want to be when you grow up. You want to be whatever your mother or father is. After I wanted to be a carpenter, whenever someone would ask what I wanted to be when I grow up I would tell them “A lawyer, because they make lots of money.” Read the rest of this entry


The Deconstruction of the American Dream

Over the past six weeks I’ve been living on a farm, and learning quite a bit about what it takes to grow and provide food. But besides that, I’ve been learning and thinking about how we live, consume, and aspire to even more. I used to live the “American Dream.” I had a “great career” as a financial planner, I was married, owned two homes, and drove a Lexus. All by the age of 25.

And I was miserable. Read the rest of this entry

My New Home Is a Barn

It’s been three weeks since I’ve moved to D Acres. This weekend I’m back in Harvard, visiting Faye and the dogs. I find some things to be strange. Like packaging on foods. It doesn’t just get pulled, or cut from the ground. And trash. I make a lot more of it. I was trying to figure out what I could do with my yogurt cup instead of throwing it away. I decided to wash it out and save it as a scoop. Read the rest of this entry