A Farmish Kind of Life

Since going back to work outside the home, I’ve noticed something: so many of folks live in constant emergency mode. They're rushing, panicking, and treating every single task like life or death. Like every single thing is something that has to be solved or done right now...

Did you know the word "priority" didn't have a plural form for over 500 years? We're not supposed to have more than one "most important" thing.

Sometimes gratitude doesn’t look like sunshine and sparkles. Sometimes it looks like realizing the things that used to wreck you... kind of don’t anymore.

Ever notice how some people fall apart when life gets messy, but others suddenly find this weird, laser-focused calm? Let's talk about that.

In this episode of The Farmish Front Porch, we’re talking about what happens when people become pixels and opinions, and how to bring the human part back to our conversations. This isn't about quitting the internet. It’s about remembering what it was supposed to be: a way to connect, to help, to remind each other we’re not alone.

We need to start showing up again in real rooms, with real people, at the speed of a pot of coffee.

In this episode, I’m talking about why we equate simplicity with old-fashioned living, why that doesn’t always make sense, and how the “simple life” in 2025 might look very different than it did in 1925.

In this episode, we’re talking about what we might have lost when comfort became our default. We’ll ask the hard questions about progress, ease, and if this whole "people are getting so soft" has always been the assumption, regardless of what generation we're in.

Comfort food means something different to everyone, but have you ever stopped to wonder why?

Know what I've been thinking about? I'm starting to wonder if I've got too many chickens.See, we say we want the “simple life,” but then we load ourselves up with too many animals, too many projects, and too much everything. We decide we have to have an extra extra large garden, make as much as possible from scratch, and even mill our own flour (because honestly, Brenda, who doesn't do that?)But...