Today’s mass market deodorant is full of aluminum, perfume, and a dozen other unpronounceable ingredients. If you’re like me, your body has said, “Nope, no way!” and it’s gone on strike, leaving you with red, itchy armpits that are only soothed by a rough scrubbing in the shower. Also, if you really are like me, you’ve tried the natural stuff, too – the Tom’s, the crystal – and have ended up with the same angry pits. So where do you go from there?
About me
Midwives and churches and stuff (an update)
I’ve meant to start blogging more regularly in the new year, but life often gets in the way of plans and that’s definitely the case here. Sometimes, I have to choose between getting some extra sleep or blogging and, well, there’s not really a choice to make!
Call Me Laura…
Yesterday, I took a trip to Walnut Grove. I was a modern day Laura Ingalls, blazing through the Polar Vortex or Snowpocalypse 2014 or whatever it was that made Indianapolis slightly colder than Antartica. Bundled against the temperature, we used candles and oil lamps to help heat our home because our furnace couldn’t beat the cold drafts coming through our doors and icing up our window frames like a freezer badly in need of defrosting. We scrounged for food. We only went outside when necessary. And most importantly (and most pioneer-like), we were without internet. Or cable. *gasp*
Roxie the snow dog
We’re currently enduring Snowpocalypse 2014. Continue reading
My favorites of 2013
I thought about doing a reflective, sentimental year-in-review, but then I said, “ahh, forget it!” and decided to just highlight my favorite things of the past year. (I’m leaving the sentimentality to the last paragraph!) This is going to be a hodgepodge of real life and pop culture and just about everything else, but these are the things that made 2013 fun for me:
My favorite Christmas song
I love Christmas music. (You have to have a heart made of wood chips not to!) Continue reading
Where do we go from here?
Growing up, I was a witness to my parents bickering about religion.
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The heart of a farmgirl…
The holiday season, for some reason, makes me long to spend time in farm supply stores.
Now, you probably just cocked your head to one side like a confused canine as you stared at these words on your screen, so let me explain.
Life on Wild Hare Farm 