Letting the night come
Eliza Blue reflects on middle age, change and acceptance, trading flight for rootedness and learning to let go like trees in autumn.
The things that hold real value to us are never actually things
Selling calves marks a year’s work measured in a single day — a reminder that real wealth isn’t money, but meaning, community and the love we share.
Helping others is its own reward
A final harvest at the community garden brought potatoes, beets and joy, despite relentless mosquitoes.
Embrace those who disagree
Eliza Blue considers viewpoints in line with her own and those that starkly contrast her values at the South Dakota Festival of the Book.
Look up at the sky, not down at your phone
Fall lambing, cool rains, sheep in the yard and a murmuration in the sky — Eliza Blue finds balance between simple joys and the pull of the digital world.
‘Life is like driving on unfamiliar roads’
At a wedding and on a stormy drive home, reflections on aging, parenting and marriage remind us that life’s journey is full of unknowns and gratitude.
Happily toiling in community garden
Tending a community garden proved harder — and more joyful — than expected, yielding friendship, shared meals, and the simple rewards of working the soil.
Deep knowing comes from doing
An ewe named Millie surprises with twins, teaching lessons in patience, quiet knowing and the calm rhythm of ranch life on a golden late-summer evening.
The best roads are the ones that lead you back home
From yellowing leaves to migrating geese, the prairie signals an early autumn. After a summer of travel, homecomings — and homegrown tomatoes — await.
Find the time to savor the moment as you watch your children grow
A spontaneous road trip to welcome a new baby cousin stirs memories, joy at Lake Superior and reflections on the fleeting sweetness of children growing up.
