on the business of dig
A bit on the story of our family business and the direction it's headed...While working full time at the Missoula Art Museum, I started a small gardening business many years ago called dig this chick. …
A bit on the story of our family business and the direction it's headed...While working full time at the Missoula Art Museum, I started a small gardening business many years ago called dig this chick. …
After a rainy and chilly end of spring in Montana, it seems summer really did come with the solstice.I wrote about Margot and her bike in this week's mama digs: training wheels. About her beautifully strong …
I remember reading a blog post a while back by a farming mama of several kids (I searched and searched and her blog is gone!) who was navigating her role in their home. It takes …
Clouds tumbled across the sky so quickly, a kaleidoscope of color ebbed over the land. I was deep charcoal and shadowless and then brightly lit and squinting and then wet with fat rain drops, all …
I am up super early this morning. I fell asleep with the girls again last night. I told them the story of the diamond in my wedding ring while they took turns holding it. Margot, …
Welcome to new dig sponsor Birth Works International, a non-profit organization that "empowers women to confidently tap into their inner resources, their innate awareness of how to birth."Birth Works offers childbirth classes, educational resources as …
Our shower was full of construction gear so we had to haul the shower curtain and washing accoutrements into the basement apartment. There was only time for one of us to shower, the other had …
Margot and Ruby have a job this summer and they are jumping in with two feet and funny awesome determination. They are selling eggs.The subject of money has started coming up with more regularity around …
WE ARE IN our house! And even though we aren't *supposed* to be living in here, I am more than I'm not. Andy tells me all the time about homeowners who prematurely move into spaces …
Dinner. Our family sits in the slim space between the front door and our bed. Forks pecking at rice on china, kids laughing with mouthfuls, dog wedged under chair hopefully waiting for morsels to hit …