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  • My Mission: Growing Food, Raising Kids, and Building Community — A Path Back to Connection

    My Mission: Growing Food, Raising Kids, and Building Community — A Path Back to Connection

    Daily writing prompt
    What is your mission?

    “We’re stronger together.”
    — A lesson from the land, the past, and the heart.

    Some days, I find myself wondering why I share so much of my messy, joyful, back-to-the-land life. Then I remember—it’s not just a blog; it’s a declaration of purpose. I’m not just learning to grow food or raise livestock. I’m learning to build a life rooted in connection, resilience, and love—the kind of life that feels increasingly rare in our modern world.


    Growing Food

    My mission comes back to the words that guide everything I do: “Growing food, raising kids, building community.”

    Growing food isn’t just about self-sufficiency; it’s about slowing down and remembering that life takes time. Whether it’s a full garden, a few backyard hens, or a pot of herbs on a sunny windowsill, each act connects us to the earth and to the generations who worked it before us.

    You don’t need acres to begin—just a seed, a container, and a little sunlight.

    Even one small step can be the beginning of a more grounded life. Each seed planted is a reminder that we can create abundance with our own hands.


    Raising Kids

    Just as tending the garden teaches patience, so does parenting. Homesteading is a classroom like no other—muddy, humbling, and full of wonder.

    It teaches our children what no textbook can: that hard work matters, that life is cyclical, and that family is their safe harbor in a sometimes harsh world.

    My hope is that my kids grow up knowing home isn’t merely a place—it’s a legacy we build with care and intention. Whether they keep chickens, plant tomatoes, or simply carry these values forward, I want them to understand where they come from and who they are.


    Building Community

    And then there’s community—the heartbeat of homesteading and, I believe, our survival as humans.

    American society often tells us that strength comes from independence—that we should manage everything ourselves, and outsource what we can’t, because we’re too exhausted to do it all. But that version of “strength” leaves us burned out and disconnected.

    True strength doesn’t grow in isolation—it blossoms in interdependence.

    Sometimes that means swapping seeds or recipes; other times, it’s checking on a neighbor or being brave enough to ask for help. We were never meant to do this alone.


    Lessons from the Past

    When I think about how far we’ve drifted from those roots, I can’t help but look back with respect. Our great-grandparents understood community in ways we’ve forgotten.

    Their lives weren’t easy—many faced relentless hardship. I once read about children in rural Wisconsin in the 1930s who walked miles to town barefoot, carrying their shoes so they wouldn’t wear them out. They’d put them on only once they reached town, because those shoes had to last—and often be passed down to the next child.

    Those stories remind me that while the past wasn’t perfect, it carried wisdom worth keeping. People ate real food, raised resilient children, and looked out for their neighbors. They knew that survival wasn’t just about grit—it was about connection and care.


    Planting Hope

    In the end, that’s what I want my life—and this blog—to reflect. I want to inspire others to live intentionally, grow their own food, raise their families with love, and reconnect with the people around them.

    Because when we nurture the soil, our children, and each other, we’re planting more than gardens—we’re planting hope. And in that hope, we rediscover a simple truth our ancestors never forgot:

    We are always stronger together.


    Now it’s your turn. How do you balance modern life’s demands with a desire to live more simply? Tell me about it in the comments. Let’s start a conversation!

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  • DIY Laser Leveler Repair: Defying Planned Obsolescence with Family Fun

    DIY Laser Leveler Repair: Defying Planned Obsolescence with Family Fun

    Some people can take one look at something broken and declare it beyond repair. My husband is not one of those people. He’s always been the kind to take things apart just to see how they work. Then he’ll put them back together again, usually better than before. Give him a mystery with wires, gears, or mechanical parts, and he’s in his happy place.

    So when his laser leveler stopped working, he saw it as an interesting puzzle rather than a lost cause. The poor gadget had been tucked away in storage for months—with the batteries still inside. Now, if you’ve ever done that, you already know the punchline. Battery acid slowly leaks out over time, corroding all the delicate parts. What once worked perfectly becomes a sticky, crusted mess. Consider this your friendly reminder: always take your batteries out before storing electronics long term.

    He carefully peeled off the soft rubber coating wrapped around the orange plastic shell. Then he found four tiny screws holding it all together. After taking everything apart without breaking anything (no small task for something built with what can only be described as “good luck reassembly” screws), he discovered a corroded quick connector. It was beyond saving.

    Most people would have tossed the thing at that point and ordered a new one. But he had another idea. He removed the damaged section. Then he soldered the wires directly to the circuit board. He was well on his way to putting everything back in working order. There was just one problem: the screws were gone.

    Enter our two-year-old daughter, who had turned those four tiny screws into treasures scattered across the kitchen linoleum. What started as a repair project quickly morphed into a full family scavenger hunt. She was delighted; we were on our hands under the table, trying to locate four tiny screws. Eventually, after some creative crawling, a bit of luck, and a couple false alarms involving crumbs, all four were recovered.

    Once everything was back together, he flipped the switch, and the laser shone bright and strong, like it had never stopped working. There’s a certain quiet joy in watching something come back to life like that. In a world where so many products seem built to give up early or make repair nearly impossible—a quiet planned obsolescence baked into modern design—it felt good to defy that expectation. We saved a perfectly good gadget from an early trip to the landfill. And we earned a family story, complete with suspense, teamwork, and comic relief.

    Turns out, some things aren’t just fixable—they’re worth fixing. Especially if they come with a little laughter and a side of toddler mischief.

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