freelance writer. trail runner. relentless savage.
WARNING: This may offend some people. And if it does, I encourage you to continue reading with an open mind. Sometimes, when I’m in a rush or otherwise not paying … Continue reading I ate Gregory and don’t feel bad about it
Whooooa! Where in the world is Lauren, now? I’m in the magical, mystical land of Mt. Shasta, CA, where people come to reflect, heal, and embark on spiritual quests. What … Continue reading Guess who’s back?
This past weekend, I made my first trip back to Seattle since coming out to the farm. In addition to visiting a very good friend from Jerz, I was delighted … Continue reading too much horror business
Real free range chickens. You never know where one is going to pop up. I have some terrible news. Four of the baby goats that I wrote about last week … Continue reading I’m a loner, Dottie, a rebel.
So many fun things going on at the farm. I often think to myself, “I should go inside, get my phone, take pics and blog about this.” But instead, I … Continue reading sleep is overrated
One of the farm jobs I’m most excited about is caring for the goats. haha jk! I know (now) that those are sheep! Here are some of the goats That … Continue reading what a bleating heart