Voir Clair means to see clearly.. 

(From the Farmer’s Wife Journal) Let me be clear—I married him. Not his great-grandfather’s dresser. Not the cracked casserole dish from 1962. Not the mountain of mismatched towels and chipped mugs passed down like relics from some sacred farmhouse vault. I married his heart. The one that beats a little faster every time the soil […]

Because it’s never just “a day” when the land calls you Mama too. Sunrise isn’t a soft invitation here—it’s a firm knock at the door, and I answer it with sleep still in my eyes and one hand reaching for the coffee. The floor’s cold, the baby monitor crackles, and the smell of toast means […]

Before the eggs are cracked, before the coffee’s even poured, before the sun stretches herself across the hills—we are already in motion. Not we as in the collective farm, not even we as in husband and wife. I mean me. The Farmer’s Wife. And if you know, you know—being the farmer’s wife isn’t just a […]