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Hiya! This is the website about the Habersham Hacienda, but the actual Hacienda sold March 2019. This site serves as a resume of sorts for my future projects, a bio of the property and how I transformed it, a link to my current column+blog, my commercial writing projects (aka how you can hire me) and a link to the apothecary where you can buy Momma Daisy Oil and other Practical Mystic goodies.
So where did I go? Since April 2019 I've been on the road with my dogs. Mexico mostly. That was always my cash out Plan B, but Mexico today is not the Mexico of my past. Sadly it is a violent, unpredictable Cartel state. Certainly no place for a single gal to be driving around. Or anyone really. I went to Florida a couple times (will I ever learn?) Tucson, TN, Arkansas, Kentucky, Missouri. Searching for an off the beaten path town to land. I have (for now) landed in Tulsa. Oklahoma? Yes. It's a pretty cool town. My decision to sell and leave GA was partly financial and partly exhaustion, I mean, it was 13 years. That's a long time to live in the boonies. And because I was downsizing from 5700 sq ft and 2 residences, I sold the Hacienda furnished. Had another 2 month long yard sale and sold every. last. thing. It is hard to reinvent your life if you're dragging around all your old stuff. I love telling the story about the Hacienda and sharing what I've learned about organics, farming, greenwashing, sustainability, permaculture gardens, pollinators, chickens, detox from silicone poisoning, immigrants and our agriculture system, remodeling houses, the microbiome of soil, simplifying your life, wellness, pollinator gardens. Go over here for my new blog. The old blog is here and there's some good stuff in there back to the farming days. I will develop my decade of scribblings and rants about my success and failure into another book at some point. 
Goodbye to the Grand Dame,
2005-2019 the longest relationship I've ever had was with a house.
beautiful, prickly, Tucson
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Brady has earned some serious hotel chops. Here in Saltillo, MX
The Last of It. Final move after selling all of it. Some family photos and who knows what else in a small truckload heading out to a friend's garage.
villa del mar playa, state of Jalisco I think? I couldn't tell you how to get there. I was deep lost and then finally, this. Pacific Coast Mexico
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Mr. Ribby, RIP June 2019. Here relaxing in a rare patch of grass in Nayarit, Mexico at Casita Tranquila
Oklahoma. Who'd a thunk?
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Cooking class with my work buddy sidekick Juanito aka Mowgli the Man Cub featured in my 2009 Essay 'How to Save 89cents' winner of the non fiction prize in New Southerner magazine.
HOW DID I GET HERE?
In 2007 I sold a couple of restaurants in Decatur, GA and got a wild hair (hare?) idea to move out to the country and start my own farm. It'll be fun, they said. It'll be rejuvenating, I thought.
Actually no one said that. Most of my friends and coworkers said, "What?! Why??" but away I went. I was pulled to the country lifestyle and peaceful days. Swapping the Atlanta traffic for pastoral mountain views of Northeast Georgia. Harvesting my own organic vegetables and trimming the tops off my ever replenishing sprouting cilantro. My mind conjured up all kinds of narrative about my flock of hens and their bounty of eggs with tangerine colored yolks. Fresh air. The soft pastures underfoot. I'd start a farmer's market in that front field near the entrance. Enjoy the small town chat at the feed store and slowly renovate a big old house and slowly add guest suites, a big central kitchen where I'd harvest my wild herbs and make tinctures and old timey remedies. The stress of being chef owner of 2 busy restaurants had taken its toll on my lifestyle (hello 30s, goodbye 30s) and my health. I needed radical change.
I got it. It just wasn't how I had played it out in my head.
It was not always an easy transition, this bucolic life. But over a decade of many trials (and more errors), I finally got the Habersham Hacienda up and running to the sustainable, magical vision I had always dreamed of. The guest suites, the loft apartment, the cooking classes, the rain gardens, the Apothecary, the wild meadows, the permaculture gardens, the wild harvested herbs, the chickens, the rotational grazing pastures, the compost, the soil and eco systems finally balanced. The songbirds, bats, beetles. Snakes, hawks and bees. I had the right crew to help me build, create and carry out my visions. A neighborhood family of endless brothers and cousins from Guatemala headed by Antonio, my work buddy for over 7 years. Juanito, Victor, Pedro, Calixto, Esteban. And one Mexican, my genius friend and muse, Fernando. Everything was coming together.
And then, I ran out of money.
In 2007 I sold a couple of restaurants in Decatur, GA and got a wild hair (hare?) idea to move out to the country and start my own farm. It'll be fun, they said. It'll be rejuvenating, I thought.
Actually no one said that. Most of my friends and coworkers said, "What?! Why??" but away I went. I was pulled to the country lifestyle and peaceful days. Swapping the Atlanta traffic for pastoral mountain views of Northeast Georgia. Harvesting my own organic vegetables and trimming the tops off my ever replenishing sprouting cilantro. My mind conjured up all kinds of narrative about my flock of hens and their bounty of eggs with tangerine colored yolks. Fresh air. The soft pastures underfoot. I'd start a farmer's market in that front field near the entrance. Enjoy the small town chat at the feed store and slowly renovate a big old house and slowly add guest suites, a big central kitchen where I'd harvest my wild herbs and make tinctures and old timey remedies. The stress of being chef owner of 2 busy restaurants had taken its toll on my lifestyle (hello 30s, goodbye 30s) and my health. I needed radical change.
I got it. It just wasn't how I had played it out in my head.
It was not always an easy transition, this bucolic life. But over a decade of many trials (and more errors), I finally got the Habersham Hacienda up and running to the sustainable, magical vision I had always dreamed of. The guest suites, the loft apartment, the cooking classes, the rain gardens, the Apothecary, the wild meadows, the permaculture gardens, the wild harvested herbs, the chickens, the rotational grazing pastures, the compost, the soil and eco systems finally balanced. The songbirds, bats, beetles. Snakes, hawks and bees. I had the right crew to help me build, create and carry out my visions. A neighborhood family of endless brothers and cousins from Guatemala headed by Antonio, my work buddy for over 7 years. Juanito, Victor, Pedro, Calixto, Esteban. And one Mexican, my genius friend and muse, Fernando. Everything was coming together.
And then, I ran out of money.
my wild front yard. I cut paths into the native growth over the years to add depth to the postage stamp of the previous flat lawns.
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the carpet of December. Each year the Japanese Maples dropped the firecracker leaves. Magnificent trees on this property, a specimen tree nursery in the 1950s
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