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  • Where Imagination Finds Its Roots: My Perfect Reading and Writing Space

    Where Imagination Finds Its Roots: My Perfect Reading and Writing Space

    You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

    Every writer dreams of a space that feels like home to their thoughts—a corner of the world where imagination stretches its legs and the noise of life takes a softer tone. Mine isn’t glamorous or high-tech, but it’s built for calm, comfort, and curiosity. A place where peace and creativity meet in the same breath.

    I see it tucked just far enough from the heart of the house to allow quiet focus, yet still close enough that I can hear the gentle rhythm of family life in the background. The walls glow in soft, natural tones—sage, cream, or pale gold—and the space feels welcoming from the first step inside. Bookshelves line the walls, heavy with well-loved novels, gardening books, and journals. Each spine tells a piece of my story, each page holding the warmth of past inspirations.

    Sunlight spills through wide windows overlooking something living—maybe the garden, trees beyond the fence, or a meadow flickering with movement. In winter, a small fireplace adds its steady crackle and a hint of wood smoke to the air.

    At the center sits my workspace: an ergonomic, spacious desk with drawers neat enough to keep the chaos contained but close enough for notebooks, colorful pens, and coffee within reach. My laptop and dual monitors stand ready for writing or deep-diving into research. And, of course, high-speed internet—because a writer’s curiosity shouldn’t have to wait for a page to load.

    On one wall hang a couple of maps—one of Wisconsin, another of the United States, and a third of the world. They’re conversation companions during phone calls, or quiet invitations to study how places became what they are. Sometimes, I trace borders and coastlines with my finger, thinking about history’s slow hands shaping landscapes.

    Next to them, shelves hold little collections from our life together—curiosities and keepsakes, handmade pottery, carved wood, painted stones, and things our children have crafted with care and imagination. Each object holds a small story and reminds me that creativity lives in every season of life.

    For reading, a deep chair near the window offers comfort for quiet afternoons. A small side table waits for tea or a candle, while a corkboard above gathers quotes, sketches, and reminders of future dreams. The air feels alive with green things: trailing pothos, small herbs by the sill, and a fiddle-leaf fig soaking in golden light. The whole space breathes, warm and alive.

    What I love most about this imagined room is its balance—it’s peaceful but not sealed off, still enough for thought but close enough to feel the pulse of family. The soft overlap of connection and solitude makes it feel whole.

    This is where ideas grow roots and take flight—a sanctuary that mirrors the life I’m building: curious, creative, and connected.

    In the end, it’s not just a room for reading and writing; it’s a reminder of why I create at all—to notice, to cherish, and to keep learning about the world and the people who make it home.
    Sunlight, comfort, connection, and wonder—the timeless ingredients of a life well-lived.


    Now it’s your turn. Would your ideal space look like? A window view, a favorite chair, or maybe something that inspires you every day? Let me know below in the comments, and let’s inspire each other!

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  • The Farmstead Paradox: How Technology Frees Us and Challenges Us

    What technology would you be better off without, why?

    What if I unplugged everything—just one day—and watched my farmstead world grind back to its raw roots?


    Sun crests the barn at 5:45 am. No alarm jolts me; instinct pulls me up. We feed the animals, hauling water, grinding feed. We dress kids by fading lantern glow. Husband carries our daughter down the grassy footworn path to Grandma’s. I hitch the old wagon, walking our son two miles to school through dust and dawn chatter—no 10-minute car hum.


    Home, I’d scrub laundry in the tub, no machine whirl. Meals bubble over wood fire, not Crock-Pot ease. Bread dough yields to muscle on the oak table, sans Kitchen Aid. No working outside the home for me. Husband swings scythe and shovel where tractors rule now; breakdowns mean hammer, anvil, firelight fixes. We could do it all—generations did. But tasks balloon from minutes to hours, bones aching, daylight devoured.


    Reality snaps back: technology saves my soul. Remote work keeps me here for first words, bus arrivals, story hours no commute steals. Farm machines turn brutality into rhythm, sustaining us without wrecking backs. Humans thrived millennia hauling water, grinding grain by hand. Yet why suffer when tools free us for laughter, learning, presence?


    Smartphones, though—these pocket tyrants I’d temper first. Last week, a ping ripped me from our son’s magnatile tower mid-build. “Just one email,” I thought. Half an hour vanished, his glee stolen.

    Notifications shred focus; feeds erode dinner talk; blue light robs sleep. We’d survive without them, grit conquering all. But boundaries—silent family hours, apps locked post-8—restore what tech should amplify.

    No full unplugging for us. We’ve glimpsed the raw possible, but embracing tools with fierce reins honors ingenuity and roots. Here on the farmstead, kids’ laughter rises under starlit skies: progress, bounded, yields the richest harvest.

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    Bridging Time: Meeting the Courage of My Ancestors

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