The Language of Litter

In the early years we lived on this place, the “Lori measuring stick” ruled as I made my weekly rounds in the electric buggy, picking up neighborhood trash on our ten acres. I ranted and grumbled about the carelessness of our neighbor’s lack of trash disposal. I had expectations about how people should respectfully keep up … More The Language of Litter

The Fight of Our Lives

I grew up in the agricultural heartland of America. My parents were farmers, as were their parents, grandparents and great-grandparents. Farming is my legacy.  And, even though I am not a farmer today, I am still proud to call myself a farm girl. Over the years, I became well aware of the controversy surrounding what was basically … More The Fight of Our Lives