I’m Jane and I’m hitched to a gem named Andrew. We’re wafting through our post-college, early-married years trying to make the most of this one, precious life the God of the Universe has so lovingly bestowed upon us. We live in rural North Carolina where we shop at farmers markets and drink milk right out of the cow, except now it’s mostly coconut and that doesn’t come from cows. We make a lot of carrot juice, cook dinner for fun, and often concoct things that require too much chopping. Two fat cats sleep at our feet and five laying hens roam our back yard, always under tight supervision from the vicious rooster, Roosevelt.
I work a 9-5 at a university in the area, drive an old-but-nice SUV and generally fail to dress as well as other people while still managing to look alright. I care about the Gospel, eating right, red wine, a comfortable bed, cleaning my house and trying to be kind. I generally reject table crumbs, cold weather, things that cost more than $20 and intravenous needles.
Raw Milk Marathon is about learning, aspiring, and trying the best we can. This space has driven me to think hard about the things I stand for and sift through the illusions of things I don’t. I don’t stand for money or plastic or the sacrifice of truth over image. I do stand for vulnerability, community, rest, worship, vegetables and the honest, free-giving of grace. I post about what I think and hope, and all the beauty I find–usually in the form of food.
If you’re new, let me a suggest a few favorites:
Community Dance Party
A Brief Catalog of our AWOL Hearts
Passed Out and Carrot Pumpkin Soup
Grace, a Lesson from Marriage
In-Laws and Lemon Pie