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Buying the Farm

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If you read our post last month, buried somewhere beneath all the poetic waxing, you may have figured out that we purchased a piece…

Mr. Bojangles

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It seemed a little bit like I’d become a sort of urban anthropologist, as I slowly worked to clear this little pocket of land….

Un-Common

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Anyone who’s traveled with me knows I’m crazy about birds. Boating across The Netherlands, friends laughed at my incessant waterfowl photography (quickly dubbed Duck…

Wine and dandy

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“Peapods,” says Kelly Coyne, pausing for emphasis. We’d just told her and her husband, Erik Knutzen, about making wine with peapod hulls. “It’s just…

The Ten Percent

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Remember the intense conversations you had as a twentysomething about things that mattered: literature, philosophy, social justice, cake versus yeast doughnut? If you’re like…

Impossi-bull

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Why is it that of my many friends who are some variant of vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian, it’s this here carnivore who is most excited that Burger…

Broken things

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I was a cheap bastard, even when I made a living wage. This won’t surprise any of the coworkers from my careers in marketing…

Trial by Fire

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My sister-in-law likes to say she’s a collard not a marigold, meaning she prefers cold weather over hot. I, on the other hand, am…

Re: Tired

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It has taken me more than a year to publicly write these words, and it’s still not easy. But here goes, at last: I lost my job. Thirteen months ago. This was not ideal.