Sunday is Mother's Day and will mark just over 6 years of my time as a mother. I have two boys - Evan, age 6, and Owen, age 3 - and being their mother is both the most difficult and rewarding job I have. I've learned a lot while raising two boys and I've slowly … Continue reading Thoughts from a Farm Mom
This week has been dedicated to the service and remembrance of President George H.W. Bush. And rightfully so, he was a great leader and great man. I was in grade school when President Bush (#41) was in the White House so my memory of him is faint. But when I think of President Bush I … Continue reading Remembering the Greatest Generation – And Raising the Next
On Saturday, Jan. 21, women across the nation – and world – participated in a grassroots movement that caught the attention of people around the globe. Women traveled to D.C. to march on the National Mall, gathered in their hometowns or expressed their support via social media. I had friends and family members participate, but … Continue reading Why I Didn’t March
Today we celebrated the first birthday of our youngest son, Owen Douglas Sawyer. The past year has flown by - although there were days time seemed to grind to a halt. We had our good days and our bad. We survived a whole lot and spent many a late nights cuddling and rocking. Owen may … Continue reading A Year With Owen Douglas
I never aspired to be a farm wife. I just wanted to live in the city, raise my 2.5 kids and navigate a successful yet fulfilling career in the public relation industry with a husband that wore a suit and was home at 5:15 every evening. Then I met my farmer — now my husband — and that all … Continue reading On Being A Farm Wife
Those of us participating represented a wide range of ages, shapes and sizes. Few of us are probably the shape and size we want - or at one time - use to be. But we're out there, giving it our all, juggling multiple demands - even while on the course - and knowing that as soon as we cross the finish line we're back to being mom, wife and partner. But for the time we're racing, we're super woman, running toward our goal and working our butts off to cross that finish line.
My last blog entry was all about our wonderful mother cows and sometimes I look at them with empathy and sympathy - for any of your breastfeeding mothers out there you would cringe while watching a calf nurse. But I also see that their one and only goal is to keep their calves fed, safe … Continue reading Parenting