I chose the dates of my travel deliberately. I wanted to be in a new place while this old grief washed over me. The grief feels the same, but I am profoundly different.
If farming isn’t the thing that gets your debit card out, how about economic development? How about job training and skill-building development? Fresh wants to help people do nourishing work that involves all of this.
“Why are there two cupcakes left?” I question my former mother-in-law. The woman who opened her heart to me when I married her only son, when I gave birth to her only grandchild. The woman who now only looks at me and shrugs. It’s what happens when you have her son arrested for domestic abuse.
Moms don’t get enough rest and we are sick of people telling us to rest more! We know this, and there is nothing we can do about it. We go to bed tired, and we wake up tired and we spend our day tired.
I get up and gently lean into the walker, placing my head on her shoulder. She starts to cry. Few moments later, I sense her moving away. She hates this emotional shit as much as I do. That’s why we get along - despite the language barrier. We both feel the cold water rising.
Well versed in the lexicon of seeking permission, my fifteen year old daughter is endlessly fascinated by the relative absence of the concept of permission in American High School life.
