Cassina Farley

I’ve attended a Pilates class here in Patagonia for over five years. Our instructor often ends each class with us putting our hands over our heart and having us think about something we are thankful for. In my head, I’ve covered everything thing from my health to my home. I’ve thought about people and things […]

I don’t remember the day my sister was born. I don’t remember what it was like to be the only child either, but in my defense, I was only three. My mother said I was indifferent to the whole event and that I simply ignored her. That would be the first and last time I […]

I refer to him as “The Pushy Tamale Guy.” I know it is not exactly nice but, well? You know who I’m talking about, Patagonians. It’s the guy who shows up on Thursdays and goes door to door, business to business chanting “Tamales! Tortillas!” Now I have nothing against his products – they’re authentic as […]

Well the big PRT survey is done and the results are in and apparently one of you readers does not like my column. So, for those of you that do, sorry, this column isn’t for you. This is just for him or her, but feel free to read along. So, my dear Column Hater, ever […]

Dear Readers, I’m always amazed when I watch Zach eat popcorn. It doesn’t matter where he is, the technique is always the same: grab the largest handful possible and cram, stuff or pack it into his mouth. Naturally, this method leaves popcorn on the floor from the initial over-stuffed handful and even more popcorn on […]

People who cry over animals are special. To me it means that they recognize love in any of its forms. It means their hearts are tender. I want to surround myself with people who cry over cows and dogs and turkeys and I especially want to be around people who empathize with them.

Moving to me is the equivalent of running with tacks in your shoes. It sucks and at times hurts. I plan on not doing it again EVER. If you’ve been living under a rock, my husband, and I recently bought our first home and have been thrust into the limelight of unsolicited advice, empty promises […]

Amazon, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. For starters, a case of a discontinued flavor of Pop Chips, yoga socks, a meditation CD (which I can’t do because my dog barks at me the entire time), a Zoodle maker that I saw on a cooking show, a new cell phone case […]