The long road to freedom

The Wiederkehr garden. Photo by Andre Wiederkehr

Turning sod into garden with human power on the Wiederkehr farm. Photo by Andre Wiederkehr

As I write this, we are in the midst of planting our garden. But don’t get the wrong image; when I say garden, I mean a field worked by hand to grow our own f

Voices from other worlds

Photo by Casey Horner.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

I clutched the oversized cup of bubbly liquid in my hands. The room was dark, and I navigated the stairs frightfully. We were late. I was with my brother, sister and dad. We fumbled our way to our seats. I sat down just in time to glance up as the big blue letters appeared.

“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….”

The maize of peace

Cascade Ruby-Gold flint, Arkhipov White Dent, and Tuscarora White flour corn braided and hung for storage. Photo by Andre Wiederkehr.

By avocation, I am an historian with a strong interest in global geopolitics, so it feels odd to be a subsistence farmer. I spend much of my time just meeting my daily needs, while hearing about wars in Ukraine, Gaza and elsewhere.

Does my life ignore others’ pain? Could I do more?

Seeing clearly

Photo by Luiz M Santos/Pexels.

I saw a commercial during a hockey game recently that ended with an image of an Uber Eats bag sitting beside a bowl of macaroni and cheese and a Kraft Dinner box. This struck me as odd. I wondered, what’s the connection between Uber Eats and Kraft Dinner?

In due season

Photo by 성두 홍/Pexels.

When I first started working out at a CrossFit gym, my muscles ached constantly. 

After a few months, I asked one of the trainers, “When does the pain go away?” After clarifying what kind of pain I was referring to, he said, “Oh, that never goes away. This is your new normal.” 


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