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Buy props used in MaryJane’s books and magazine!
5% of profits will benefit www.firstbook.org, a non-profit that provides new books to children from low-income families throughout the U.S. and Canada.
Here’s how:
MaryJane will post a photo and a description of a prop and its cost along with a few details as to its condition here: https://shop.maryjanesfarm.org/MaryJanesCurations. It’s a playful way to be the new owner of a little bit of farm herstory.
Tag Archives: gratitude
In honor of…
…my mom.
It’s National Bosses’ Day and in honor of my boss, I just wanted to say…Mom, you’re the best there is!
Happiness …
We all know happiness can’t be bought or sold. And we know we can’t expect anyone to create happiness for us, right? So if you can’t buy something to make you happy and you’re supposed to make yourself happy, how is that done exactly?
The Speed of Love
Louise, our farm-gal photographer and her best friend Nicole, took a trip to see Lou’s fiance close to a year ago. During the long road trip, Lou swerved to miss something in the middle of the road. As she sped by, she saw …
The Teachers of the World
Our little Stella started school this fall. It has been life changing. I cannot believe how much she’s learned in just one short month. And, most important, how much she loves it. She picks out her little outfits each morning, requests different types of braids most days, and then off she goes. When she gets home, she is so eager to do her homework that we work on it right away. We’ve set up a chalkboard in the living room so she can pretend she is the teacher. She has an entire class of well-behaved stuffed animals and dolls.
Galvanizing a Nation (or Resurrecting a 2010 Essay)
I wouldn’t say I cry easily. Sure, I cry at movies and I cry sometimes when I read the news. And I can cry when I feel inexplicable happiness. (I love it when THAT happens.) Or sadness. But often, when others around me are crying, I’m dry-eyed. Maybe going public will help diminish the one trigger that turns me into a complete, blubbering cry-baby—embarrassingly so. In fact, I usually show up for my “cry” in a big, floppy hat wearing sunglasses.
hanging on to summer
Our crew at the farm and their families joined us for one last backyard BBQ before it’s too cold to sit outside in the evening.
We munched on the usual organic hamburgers, brats, and dawgs. The salads were …