I love children’s books. I love the impossible situations and storylines with plot twists more unpredictable than an NFL quarterback. I love the illustrations that are cute enough to melt a heart of stone. I love the repetitive sayings, even better if they don’t make any sense.

Picking days are always fun. It’s the day where the farm feels most united. A group effort to accomplish a goal. Picking and packing hundreds of kilos of vegetables. I’ve mentioned before that sentences like, I just moved” make a mockery of that enormous amount of work excluded from such a short sentence. That’s how…

A sign of a great book is to shed a few tears. A sign of a great book prompts a chuckle to escape. A sign of a great book is to make you believe in something. “The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.”- Saint Augustine

It’s motivating to think about the person you’ll be, the stronger, kinder, healthier person you’ll be after facing your demons. But equally, if not more gratifying, is after you’ve been through the valleys and become that healthier version of yourself meeting someone who is facing a similar darkness and being able to share your heart…

I didn’t realize how lucky I was. I didn’t realize how broken things could be. I didn’t realize how much comfort can be imparted by having a personto confide.