Stacked Stone Farm

07/12/2025

Watching these guys is therapy.

And I get butt nuggets!

07/12/2025

Truth

07/04/2025

07/04/2025

Good morning! Independence Day has a new meaning for myself and my children. Independence to grow and blossom. Independence to learn new skills and gain new knowledge.

I hope your Independence Day is blessed as well.

06/29/2025

Strange how even physically challenging chores are pleasant when angry energy is gone from your life.

06/21/2025

There was no graceful rising. No phoenix moment. I didn’t float up from the ashes with wings and light. I crawled out, blistered and burning, dragging my soul through the wreckage they left me in. Still on fire. Still fighting. I didn’t get to heal in peace. I had to heal while still being hurt. While still being watched. Still being tested. Still being underestimated.

Every version of me that loved too deeply, forgave too quickly, or stayed too long… burned. And what’s left is a woman who doesn’t need permission, validation, or a damn audience to survive.

I don’t need fixing. I was the fire.

So no , I’m not someone you get to toy with, tame, or dim down to make yourself more comfortable. I earned this edge. I earned this voice. I earned the right to never explain my worth again.
Go play with someone softer. I’m not her anymore

06/16/2025

Domestic violence isn’t always bruises and broken bones, it’s silence after shouting, fear after footsteps, and the slow erasing of a woman’s self-worth, day by day, word by word. It’s in the way she learns to shrink to not speak too loud, not smile too wide, not breathe too freely. It’s in the way she memorizes moods, walks on eggshells, and becomes fluent in the language of survival.

People ask, ‘Why doesn’t she leave?’ But they don’t see that she already left parts of herself long ago. Every insult, every threat, every apology soaked in manipulation carved scars deeper than fists ever could. You see, abuse doesn't always wear a monster’s face. Sometimes it wears a wedding ring. Sometimes it kisses your forehead before it crushes your spirit.

But here’s the truth: a woman’s silence is not her weakness.. it is the weight of every fear she has swallowed to protect the people she loves. Her survival is not just a story of pain, but of strength. Because every day she endures, she is gathering the pieces of herself. And one day, when she finally walks away not with rage, but with quiet resolve..
she becomes her own rescue, her own voice, her own shelter.
Let no one ever mistake her scars for shame.. they are proof that she battled a war in her own home and chose to live. And that choice, however late it comes, is not just brave... it is revolutionary.

06/14/2025

Stop playing the victim. You had a woman who would cross mountains for you barefoot, no questions asked.
She was ready to go to war for you, fight battles you didn’t even know existed, just to protect what you two had.
She was willing to help you reach your full potential, even when you didn’t believe in yourself or see what you were capable of. She gave you her time, her energy, her faith in you without hesitation.

So stop complaining about what you “can’t find” or who “won’t do right by you.” The problem isn’t out there.....it’s what you did or didn’t do. You had that woman, right there. You had someone who believed in you fiercely, who stood by you when no one else would, and you didn’t appreciate her like you should have. Now, instead of owning your mistakes and growing from them, you play the victim, blaming the world for your loss.

Remember, what you don’t appreciate today could be the one thing you regret losing tomorrow. It’s on you to recognize real love and fight for it, not whine about why it’s gone. You had that woman. You lost her. Now live with the consequences and learn from it.

06/14/2025

Gettin' it DONE country style. Leveling the driveway which has been needed for a while.

06/07/2025

Amanda look at them now! This is so much fun.

Pink oyster mushrooms! I can't wait to cook with them!

05/24/2025

What does healing look like?
It looks messy. In the end, it can only be unapologetically your own.
For me, it's trying new things. Strange things.

I will no longer tolerate "why the $*ck would you want to do that?" energy in my life. If you don't want to join in, no worries. Just let me be.

Don't, I repeat DON'T, ever dim your light.