How to Be an Urban Farm Wife

Good evening ya’ll! My new posts usually go live on Sunday nights, but we’ve had a bit of excitement lately. On Easter Sunday, one of our hogs gave birth to 11 little piglets!

 

I never thought I’d be so excited about pigs! My husband went to feed the hogs (we’ve got 2 and they were both pregnant) after church and discovered that one of them had given birth. After lunch with the family, the girls and I headed to the farm to meet the new little piglets.

This year has been exciting because my husband has stepped out and started his own business, Anthony’s Roots. He’ll be selling range free eggs, a variety of fruits and vegetables, and hogs.

I never in a million years thought I’d be married to a farmer. In fact, my coworkers and friends often say that I look nothing like a farmer’s wife, and am to prissy to be a farmer’s wife. Well I beg to differ! In fact, let me tell you how to be an urban farm wife.

What to Do When You Evolve & Your Friendships Don’t

Good evening everyone! This is the last post in my February relationship series. I’ve focused on marriage and kids, and now I’m moving into friendships. Now that I’m in my 30’s, I feel more comfortable telling the people around me how I feel. I also value the friendships that I’ve been able to maintain over time.  The older I get, the more I realize that maintaining friendships is a quite a feat.

As a school counselor, the one thing I find myself repeating to people (co-workers and parents) is that the only constant in education is change. The same can be said of relationships too. Over the years, several friendships have ended and I’ve found myself very disappointed. Disappointed because I thought these friendships would last a lifetime.

Interracial Marriage: The Rice Perspective

Happy Sunday! Thank you to all the followers that have joined me on my blogging adventure. January marks my 6th month journey as a blogger and I am thoroughly enjoying it! This week, I had the privilege of connecting with another mom and wife, Emerald Rice, of The Rice Life.

She is a black woman, married to a white man, and they have 3 beautiful children. I enjoy hearing other people’s perspective that have a similar family structure. And as ya’ll know, I love interviews. It must be the counselor in me.

Part 2: How Growing Up In a Jamaican Family Influnced My Marriage

1. I learned how to work hard. There’s a joke about Jamaicans working several jobs. It’s true! In college I had 3 jobs at once and there have been many times in my life that I’ve had 2 jobs. I’m no stranger to hard work. But I must say, that marriage (combined with parenting) trumps all the jobs I’ve ever had. However, working hard on my marriage (and parenthood) is the most fulfilling.
2. I still love to sing. If you read my last post about being raised in a Jamaican household, you noticed that I said Jamaicans love to sing. We make up songs about everyday tasks in my house. Even brushing teeth turns into a Broadway musical event! My husband used to make fun of me for doing this. Now he makes up his own songs. The songs were more entertaining when they were at his expense instead of mine. I didn’t see that one coming.