I have been seeing people sharing the news that there has been another devastating merger between corporate global giants who seek further...

The seeds are coming home to us.   Across Turtle Island, there is a growing intergenerational movement of  indigenous people proud to carry the...

Rain is falling on the roof, the stove is bubbling with a fragrant stew, the hearth is alit with warm fire…. I have lived in this land of the Maidu...

We see the light in the trees beginning to change, signaling the coming of fall.  The air is still hot, the sun still peers down with great...

Golden light and cooler breezes, sand hill crane migration south and acorns falling sharply on the roof; these are all the harbingers of Autumn. As...

Just after Summer Solstice, there is this palpable exhale of activity on the farm...the fields are mostly planted, the weeds have been kept at bay,...

One of my most treasured possessions is a little round basket, made by my Great-grandmother Mary Leaf. Just before she passed on, my grandmother’s...

The seeds continue to create the powerful call to action; this past month I was welcomed into four diverse communities to share my love of seed with...

Tonight as I chop carrots and potatoes from the garden to make a venison stew for tomorrow, I find my mind wandering to the narratives that have...