By Jennifer Savage. Even with my coffee resume painting a much darker, more-full bodied picture, I have to admit that I like hazelnut decaf.
So, So Small
By Jennifer Savage. Even though I’ve lived in Montana a while and even though we’ve heard the truth from a man of the ages, cold like this still shocks me.
Third and Russell
By Jennifer Savage. There is a stoplight in Missoula that embodies all of what is stressful in my life.
My First Child
By Jennifer Savage. I was moved to tears watching her.
It’s the Little Things
By Jennifer Savage. We all have those tiny little things that can drive us slowly insane.
Walk On
By Jennifer Savage. I've started walking. As a life-long runner, I have to say, it's a bit odd.
Tiny House, Northside
By Jennifer Savage. Honestly, I’m surprised sometimes how little I think about our farm life.
In Between
By Jennifer Savage. Gender is a spectrum and Eliza is on it. She is experimenting with traditional girl things, trying them on, seeing how they feel.
Tripping Over Each Other
By Jennifer Savage. It is tight. Winter is coming.
Grumpiest Vegetarian on the Block
By Jennifer Savage. If I could I’d still stack bacon in front of my plate, mark my territory and call it all mine.