Practical Homesteading

Month: January 2026

  • We’re Stronger Together: Homesteading, Family, and the Power of a Village

    We’re Stronger Together: Homesteading, Family, and the Power of a Village

    If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?

    “Real life — the good kind — isn’t a solo project. It’s meant to be shared.”

    If I Had a Freeway Billboard, It Would Say:
    “We’re Stronger Together.”
    Simple. Short. True.

    That phrase might only take a second to read, but it’s something I’ve come to believe deeply over time. Homesteading, parenting, and everyday life keep reminding me that none of us truly thrive in isolation. We can’t — and we’re not meant to.

    The Myth of “Doing It All”
    I’ve tried to “do it all” before. Maybe you have, too.

    I remember one quiet afternoon watching our toddler play alone in the wide stretch of our backyard. Sunlight shone on his light blonde hair. Chickens were clucking somewhere behind him. The smell of wet grass lingered after the rain. My husband and I had been talking about having another child, but the thought brought a flood of questions. Could we manage it all — raising little ones, keeping the homestead going, working — without losing our minds or each other?

    That moment planted a seed. I didn’t know it then, but it would change how we lived. Even though we were proud of our self-sufficiency, trying to do everything alone left us stretched thin and quietly disconnected.

    Real life — the good kind — isn’t a solo project. It’s meant to be shared.

    In the four years since that afternoon, so much has changed. We moved closer to family and, not long after, welcomed our daughter — another beautiful whirlwind of toddler energy. Now we have more of a village to help raise her. And in turn, we can show up for others.

    That web of giving and receiving has made all the difference. It’s turned our days into something more sustainable, more joyful, and far more connected.

    Why “Together” Matters
    It’s easy to imagine strength as something proven alone. But real strength is interwoven — built through connection, trust, and shared effort.

    It’s the kind that shows up when neighbors help fix our house, when friends drop off soup unasked, or when laughter spills out during chores that would otherwise feel endless.

    On the homestead, togetherness looks like shared harvests and muddy boots side by side. The garden gets weeded faster when more than one person is pulling. The work lightens, and the smiles come easier.

    That’s the kind of strength that fills the spaces where frustration or loneliness might otherwise take root.

    And that same truth guides the way we’re raising our kids.

    Building “Together” at Home
    In our family, we talk a lot about contributing to the household — because this home’s success belongs to all of us.

    Since I started giving our six-year-old a daily job, he’s made it clear he doesn’t always love it. He sighs, he drags his feet, and he grumbles his way through — but he does it.

    And afterward, something shifts. My load feels lighter, our days run smoother, and I have more time to simply be with him — to laugh, to listen, to connect.

    The lesson is simple but powerful: we build strength, resilience, and belonging not by doing everything ourselves, but by doing our part together.

    What That Billboard Really Means
    So if someone sped past my billboard and read the words “We’re stronger together,” I’d hope it would land right when they needed it most — in a moment of overwhelm, or when they’re trying to carry too much alone.

    Because strength doesn’t have to mean solitude. Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is reach out a hand — or take one that’s being offered.

    After all, the strongest gardens — like families — grow best when many hands tend them.

    And that truth keeps my feet steady, season after season.

    We’re stronger. Together.

    What’s one way someone has shown up for you recently? Please share your stories in the comments.

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  • Past Lessons and Future Dreams: Learning, Growing, and Moving Forward

    Past Lessons and Future Dreams: Learning, Growing, and Moving Forward

    Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why?

    They say hindsight is 20/20, but I think it’s more like a mirror — one that reflects both who we were and who we’re becoming. And the future? That’s the canvas we’re still painting, brush in hand, deciding what colors come next.

    I spend time with both — the past and the future — but if I had to choose, I’d say I think about the future more. Still, the two aren’t separate for me. The past is where the learning happens, and the future is where I try to put that learning into action.

    Learning from the Past
    When I think about the past, it’s rarely about nostalgia. More often, it’s replaying moments that didn’t go quite right — conversations I wish I’d handled with more patience or insight. I tend to notice small things, especially how the other person responded.

    Did they look away halfway through? Did their shoulders drop, or did their voice tighten? Did they frown — or cross their arms, or become defensive? Those reactions stay with me long after the conversation ends. They’re like clues that help me understand the power of tone, timing, and empathy.

    It’s not that I’m trying to critique every interaction — I’m trying to learn from them. Reflection, for me, has become a quiet sort of self-check. I don’t want to get stuck regretting old exchanges, but I do want to notice patterns: when I get defensive, when I rush my words, when I stop truly listening.

    Sometimes, it feels like flipping through a small mental scrapbook of lessons — not to linger on the pictures, but to trace the edges and think, How can I handle this better next time?

    Dreaming Toward the Future
    When my mind turns toward the future, everything feels brighter, warmer, and more open. I think about my family — how our children might grow, who they’ll become, and what kinds of people they’ll bring into their own lives. I think about my husband, and how I hope we’ll still laugh together, still spend weekends side by side, still find joy in the simple rhythm of our days.

    I imagine our home, our garden, the hum of a peaceful homestead alive with everyday sounds: wind in the trees, chickens clucking, maybe the buzz of bees on summer afternoons. Sometimes I picture our future selves sitting on the porch after a long day’s work, hands tired but hearts full, reflecting on the life we built together.

    Those dreams give me motivation. They remind me that the choices I make now — how I spend my time, how I treat people, how I speak and respond — are shaping the world I’m headed toward. Thinking about the future helps me see daily life not as a checklist, but as a foundation. Every habit or conversation plants a seed for what’s still to come.

    Using the Past to Benefit the Future
    Even my backward glances at the past carry a forward focus. When I catch myself remembering a tense moment or an awkward pause, I use it as a reminder: next time, pause longer. Listen more carefully. Stay soft even when the other person isn’t.

    Learning from the past gives me tools; imagining the future gives me energy. The two often work hand in hand — one guiding, the other driving.

    Balancing Reflection and Hope
    If I had to choose between thinking about the past or the future, I’d still say the future wins. But really, they’re part of the same equation. The past reminds me where I’ve been; the future invites me to grow beyond it.

    To me, this process is a lot like gardening. Each season leaves its mark — the crops that thrived, the ones that failed, the weeds you didn’t pull soon enough. But when you plant again, you do it with all that knowledge quietly tucked into your hands. You trust that what you’ve learned will make next season stronger.

    That’s how I try to live — learning gently, dreaming boldly, and remembering that both reflection and hope have their place in growth.

    Do you find yourself thinking more about the past or the future these days?

    When you look back, do your reflections inspire you to move forward differently? I’d love to hear how you balance the two — share your thoughts in the comments below.

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  • One Frame at a Time: Finding Meaning in the Year’s Photos

    One Frame at a Time: Finding Meaning in the Year’s Photos

    Last month, I found myself facing a familiar December ritual—the annual photo clean‑up and print order. Every year, it lands on my to‑do list like clockwork and never fails to make me sigh a little. There’s nothing particularly glamorous about deleting duplicates or deciding which version of a smile looks most natural. But with Christmas approaching and the card deadline drawing near, I brewed a cup of coffee, opened my laptop, and decided to dig in.

    At first, it felt like pure busywork. I clicked through folders, compared nearly identical shots, and tried to remember whether that outing happened in March or May. But somewhere between impatience and nostalgia, something shifted. What began as a tedious task slowly turned into something slower and gentler. It became a quiet reflection on the year that had passed.

    There were, of course, the big moments everyone expects—birthdays, vacations, holidays, and planned outings that already stood tall in memory. But scattered between them were hundreds of smaller, truer glimpses of life on our little homestead.

    Photos of muddy boots lined up by the door after a long day in the garden. A hen settled on her egg, then later, the proud little chick being ushered around the yard. The mushroom experiment. Seedlings stretching toward the pale light of spring. Even the half‑finished projects we began with big dreams and messy hands. Each one was a reminder of work well started, if not yet finished.

    And beyond the garden and pasture, there were the everyday family scenes that tug at me most: Saturday pancake stacks, messy kitchen art experiments, quick smiles caught between chores. Those unpolished moments quietly told the real story of our year. It was the blend of effort, joy, and ordinary living that defines our days.

    By the time I’d sorted the folders and placed my print order, the task no longer felt like a chore. The work hadn’t changed—it was still sorting, clicking, and deciding—but my perspective had. What started as something to simply check off became an unexpected moment of gratitude for a year fully lived, in all its imperfect beauty.

    I may never love the technical side of organizing photos, but I’m grateful for the way it makes me pause. In a season so often defined by rushing, this small ritual reminds me to notice what’s already here: the work of our hands, the life we’re building, the days that fill the spaces between holidays.

    When those Christmas cards finally made their way into mailboxes near and far, they carried more than a single image. They held a year’s worth of laughter, hard work, and grace—one frame at a time.

    What are the little year‑end rituals that help you slow down and look back on your year with gratitude? Share in the comments—I love hearing how others mark the close of each season!

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  • The Greatest Gift: Time, Attention, and an Open Mind

    The Greatest Gift: Time, Attention, and an Open Mind

    What is the greatest gift someone could give you?

    We live in a world overflowing with stuff but starving for presence. The older I get, the more I realize that the greatest gifts don’t come wrapped, purchased, or planned — they come through connection.
    For me, the greatest gift someone could give isn’t a thing at all. It’s their time, their attention, and an open mind. Those three might sound simple, but they carry more weight than anything that can be bought.

    The Gift of Time and Attention
    Time is quietly the most valuable thing any of us have. None of us can make more of it — only choose how to spend it. So when someone offers their time freely, I see it as an act of generosity.

    The same goes for attention. In an age of constant distractions, uninterrupted focus feels like luxury. A conversation without checking a phone or glancing at the clock is rare — and meaningful.

    I’ve had moments when a friend listened without trying to fix anything, simply nodding and holding space while I talked through something heavy. No advice, no interruptions, just presence. That kind of attention lasts long after the words fade. It says, you matter to me right now.

    Time and attention are really about presence — about showing up fully instead of halfway. And if we can do something together, like tending a garden on a warm afternoon or cooking something fragrant on the stove, all the better. Shared experiences turn time into memory and memory into meaning.

    The Power of an Open Mind
    An open mind is just as important. Conversation stops feeling like connection the moment it turns into correction. I appreciate people who listen to understand rather than to win. When someone truly listens, it feels safe to share — to disagree, even — without fear of being shut down. That safety is what real trust feels like.

    But when a person constantly inserts their opinions or tries to prove a point, I quietly withdraw. It stops being dialogue — it becomes a contest, and connection disappears.

    Maybe that’s what ties all three gifts together — time, attention, and open-mindedness are all forms of presence. They ask us to slow down, listen, and approach each other with curiosity instead of control.

    Presence as the Greatest Gift
    The best gifts don’t usually arrive on birthdays or holidays. They show up in the small, ordinary moments when someone sets aside distractions and simply shows up.

    In the end, the greatest gift isn’t something someone gives to me — it’s how they show up with me. Showing up wholeheartedly — with kindness, curiosity, and no agenda — might just be the greatest gift we can offer each other.

    What’s the greatest gift someone has ever given you? Was it a thing, a moment, or simply their presence? Share your story in the comments. It’s always a joy to hear how others experience connection.

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  • A Proud Badger Journey: Lessons, Friendships, and Lifelong Connections at UW–Madison

    A Proud Badger Journey: Lessons, Friendships, and Lifelong Connections at UW–Madison

    What colleges have you attended?

    A Proud Badger Journey
    They say you never forget where you came from—especially if where you came from taught you who you are. For me, that place is the University of Wisconsin–Madison. I’m a proud Badger through and through, and UW–Madison shaped my future in ways I never expected.
    It took me about four and a half years to earn my undergraduate degree. I didn’t take the straightest path, but somewhere between long nights in the library, crowded buses, and the first hints of autumn around Lake Mendota, I found my footing. The campus pulsed with life—students weaving through lecture halls, the buzz of State Street on game days, and the sound of “On, Wisconsin!” echoing across the stadium. UW–Madison wasn’t just where I studied; it was where I started to become myself.
    From Research to Teaching
    When graduation rolled around, the job market was rough. At the time, I was working as an undergraduate researcher for a graduate student, helping with data collection and analysis. What started as a temporary position quickly became a turning point. My mentor didn’t just hand out assignments—he encouraged curiosity. He taught me to think critically, to ask better questions, and to explore the “why” behind what we were testing.
    With his guidance, I learned to build my own hypotheses, test them, and interpret my results. Eventually, I put together my first research poster and presented it at a conference of around 400 people. Standing there, explaining my work and answering questions, I realized I truly enjoyed translating complicated ideas into something approachable. That experience changed how I saw myself—I wasn’t just completing assignments; I was discovering my own potential.
    By the time I finished my undergraduate studies, my curiosity had outgrown the classroom. I wanted to keep asking questions. So when the department offered me funding for a full research project, tuition coverage, health insurance, and a modest stipend, it felt like the universe was giving me a nudge forward. I said yes, and graduate school became my next step.
    Graduate school came with a new kind of challenge. I served as a teaching assistant for soil mechanics, which pushed me far outside my comfort zone. Standing in front of a classroom for the first time, trying to explain shear strength and compaction testing, I learned quickly that teaching requires more than technical knowledge—it takes patience, clarity, and a calm voice when questions come faster than answers.
    That experience reshaped me. I discovered that true understanding isn’t about what you know—it’s about what you can help others learn. It also taught me time management, humility, and confidence under pressure. By the end of my program, I felt ready for what came next, both professionally and personally.
    Shortly before graduation, I received a job offer in my field from a nearby city. It was the perfect next step and proof that all those late nights and lessons had paid off.
    The Friendships That Last
    Even now, years later, that connection to Madison hasn’t faded. Some of my closest friendships were born there, forged through shared deadlines, football games, and spontaneous coffee breaks. A few of us still make time each year for a camping trip at a local state park—a weekend to slow down, unplug, and remember who we were when we met.
    Many of us are married now, raising families and chasing careers, but that same camaraderie still lives strong. And true to Badger tradition, every alumni wedding includes one sure thing: “Jump Around.” The moment those opening notes hit, every Badger in the room is on their feet, laughing and bouncing as if we’re back in the student section again. That song has become our unspoken promise—we may have grown up, but we haven’t grown apart.
    Looking back, my UW–Madison years were about much more than degrees or professional milestones. They were about growth—learning how to ask better questions, finding mentors who believed in me, and building friendships that stand the test of time.
    The University gave me an education, yes—but also perspective, gratitude, and a lasting sense of belonging.
    Once a Badger, always a Badger.

    If you’re a fellow UW–Madison alum (or college grad with fond memories), I’d love to hear your story. What lesson, tradition, or friendship from your college days has stayed with you the longest? Share below — let’s celebrate the memories that never fade.

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  • Rediscovering Play: Finding Joy in Everyday Moments

    Rediscovering Play: Finding Joy in Everyday Moments

    Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?

    They say age makes you wiser, but I think it also tempts you to forget how to play. Somewhere between deadlines, grocery lists, and laundry piles, the carefree joy of play starts to slip away—unless someone, or something, reminds you to find it again.

    When I think about play now, I think about movement, laughter, and not worrying too much about the outcome. These days, play often looks like sledding down the hill with my kids—rolling off at the bottom, snow-covered and breathless with laughter. It looks like raking leaves together, watching them pile up, then jumping straight in—laughing as the leaves fly higher than our expectations.

    When the seasons turn, play moves outside in new ways. In summer, it means packing up for a day at the beach—building sandcastles that never quite survive the waves or racing along the water’s edge until our feet ache from the heat and joy.

    On the days we stay home, it’s setting up the sprinkler in the yard, running through it again and again until our shirts cling and the air smells like wet grass and sunshine. My kids remind me daily to keep playing—to stay connected to that easy laughter that hides too easily beneath daily responsibility. They make sure I don’t take life so seriously all the time.


    But play doesn’t only happen outdoors or with my children. On my own, I love to play with words and music. Words are my favorite playground. Writing lets me toss thoughts and stories around like pebbles into a stream—watching the ripples spread and change shape as they go.

    Music, too, turns ordinary days into something brighter. Whether I’m singing in the car or humming through chores, it shakes loose the to-do list sitting heavy in my mind and makes room for possibility.
    Then there’s the kitchen—my most flavorful form of play.

    Cooking, for me, is equal parts creativity, science, and surrender. I love experimenting with textures, spices, and colors until they finally mesh just right. Of course, “just right” often takes a few tries. Some experiments end in triumph, others in takeout.

    Stir fry is my best teacher; I spent years perfecting the balance between crisp vegetables, tender meat, and a sauce that clings instead of puddles. I’ve made more leathery dinners than I’d like to admit, but somewhere between burnt edges and breakthroughs, I found joy in the process.

    Play, for me, is exploration for its own sake—the laughter, the learning, and the freedom to fail without fear. The older I get, the more I realize play isn’t confined to childhood; it’s what keeps us curious, forgiving, and fully alive. Whether I’m chasing my kids through waves, sprinting through sprinklers, scribbling a sentence, or perfecting a stir fry, play reminds me that joy can live inside any moment—if only I let it.

    Building a castle in the sand

    What does play look like for you? Is it laughter with your kids, a creative hobby, or something entirely your own? I’d love to hear how you keep play and curiosity alive in your daily life—share your thoughts in the comments below!

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  • Finding Balance and Patience: My Biggest Everyday Challenges

    Finding Balance and Patience: My Biggest Everyday Challenges

    What are your biggest challenges?

    You’d think after all this time, I’d have learned how to juggle it all—but balance always seems to slip through my fingers. The truth is, my biggest challenges aren’t bold or dramatic. They’re quiet, persistent companions that live in the corners of everyday life.

    One of my greatest challenges is balance—finding a rhythm between work, motherhood, and the slower life I want to live. I work outside the home as well as inside it, which means my days are often split between spreadsheets and snack times, meetings and meals. Some mornings, I leave a work call only to find myself wiping peanut butter off the counter or rescuing a half-folded load of laundry. In those moments, I’m reminded that both roles matter—and that balance isn’t about perfection, but about presence.

    A close cousin to balance is learning to give myself grace in the in-between. As a parent and partner, I want to show up patient and calm. As a person, I still fall short plenty of days. Some nights, after the kids are asleep, I replay all the times I snapped or hurried through a moment that deserved more. But I’m learning that gentle doesn’t mean flawless—it means pausing, forgiving, and trying again the next morning.

    Patience is something I’ve been working on my whole life, and it remains one of my biggest ongoing challenges. It’s also one of my main focuses for this new year—learning not just to wait, but to wait well. Whether it’s slowing down enough to listen to my kids tell the same story for the third time or giving myself permission to move at my own pace, patience feels like both a discipline and a kindness I keep coming back to.

    Perhaps the hardest to shake is mental clutter—that constant background hum of to-do lists, choices, and invisible labor. On my best days, homesteading helps quiet it all. There’s something steadying about digging my hands into the soil, hanging laundry in the sun, or collecting eggs in the stillness of early morning. Those small tasks return me to the present. They whisper that the work of life isn’t about getting everything done, but about doing the next loving thing.

    My biggest challenges don’t come in waves—they come in moments. They live in ordinary pauses between rushing and resting, striving and savoring, criticizing and forgiving. And that’s where I’ve learned the most growth hides: not in conquering big mountains, but in walking the same quiet hills again and again until they no longer feel so steep.

    What are your biggest challenges these days? Are they loud and obvious or quiet and persistent, like mine? Share your thoughts in the comments — I’d love to hear what you’re learning to balance or let go of this year.

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  • Looking Back and Writing Forward: My Year in Words

    Looking Back and Writing Forward: My Year in Words

    In November 2024, I started writing again — just for myself at first. It felt like rediscovering a familiar part of me that had been waiting quietly in the background. When I was a kid, I used to dream about being both a journalist and an author, so picking up the pen again felt a bit like coming full circle. The words started to flow, and before long, I realized how much I’d missed the process of shaping thoughts, stories, and ideas one line at a time.

    By May 2025, I decided to give my writing a proper home and launched a blog. It quickly became a place for reflection, creativity, and plenty of learning moments along the way. Some posts came together easily; others made me wrestle for every word — but each one taught me something about what inspires me and what connects with readers.

    A few months later, I created a Facebook page to share posts more widely and connect with people in a more conversational way. That turned out to be one of the best decisions yet. The page has grown into a lively community of over 2,100 people who comment, laugh, and share their own stories. I love that mix — serious one day, lighthearted the next — and the encouragement I’ve gotten there keeps me writing.

    September brought another milestone: I started writing a monthly column for the Dodge County Pionier. Seeing my words in print for the first time was both thrilling and surreal. I’ll admit, I took a photo of that first published column just to make sure it was real! Hearing from readers who’ve enjoyed those pieces has meant more than I can say.

    Since reopening that creative door a little over a year ago, I’ve drafted 123 blog posts (some better than others, haha), published weekly updates to 22 subscribers, and written four newspaper columns. Looking back, it’s amazing to see how this little writing habit turned into something that connects with so many people. In some ways, it feels like that childhood dream of being both a journalist and an author has quietly started to take shape.

    As I look ahead to 2026, I want to keep building on that foundation — continuing to grow as a writer, learn from readers, and explore new ideas. Lately, I’ve been diving into local history, and I’m fascinated by the stories tucked into everyday places around here. You’ll probably see some of that curiosity showing up in my posts this year.

    And since this space has become such a wonderful little community, I’d love to hear from you — what would you like to read in 2026? Are there local topics, stories, or memories you’re curious about? Drop a comment or send me a message. I’m always open to new ideas and conversations.

    Here’s to another year of words, stories, and shared discoveries. Cheers to 2026 — I can’t wait to see what we’ll uncover together!

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