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Camping Out

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by James Wofford

I remember a canvas pup tent pitched in the backyard. And listening to a transistor radio most of the night with my friend David, piping in rock and roll from some AM station in Chicago. After we had reached what we judged to be the goal of staying up all night, we were back inside the house in bed a little after midnight. The ground was hard and it had begun to rain. Read More

by James Wofford
I remember a canvas pup tent pitched in the backyard. And listening to a transistor radio most of the night with my friend David, piping in rock and roll from some AM station in Chicago. After we had reached what we judged to be the goal of staying up all night, we were back inside the house in bed a little after midnight. The ground was hard and it had begun to rain. Read more [...]
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Vegetable Garden

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by James Wofford

This is the face of a man who has not had an easy time of this life, the face of my own people in fact, not many generations back. Scotch Irish Appalachian stock. Clannish, suspicious of outsiders. To him, I am an interloper here, in my Japanese truck. Up from some suburb, the son or grandson of the bankers and speculators who’d starved his people off this land to start with. Read More

by James Wofford
This is the face of a man who has not had an easy time of this life, the face of my own people in fact, not many generations back. Scotch Irish Appalachian stock. Clannish, suspicious of outsiders. To him, I am an interloper here, in my Japanese truck. Up from some suburb, the son or grandson of the bankers and speculators who’d starved his people off this land to start with. Read more [...]
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Memorial Day

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by James Wofford

Along the way, there’s an old church and cemetery where I sometimes stop. For clarity. And to remember. It’s a peaceful place, high and windswept, with gravestones dating back to the Civil War. Read More

by James Wofford
Along the way, there's an old church and cemetery where I sometimes stop. For clarity. And to remember. It's a peaceful place, high and windswept, with gravestones dating back to the Civil War. Read more [...]
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Halloween Story 2.0

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by James Wofford
When my sister Celine died, mama didn’t make me go to school for two weeks. I was in second grade and Celine in third. Had been in third.  We always did everything together. But between the shock of her passing, and then the funeral...it was all sad and a mystery to me. I’d never known anyone who had died before. I could hear my mother crying every night, and my father not saying anything, just staring off at the television. Everyone just trying to hold it together as best they could I guess. For themselves, and for me. Still hardly believing it had really happened.    One night a week after the funeral there was a really heavy rainstorm. Rain pounded on the roof and tapped on the window panes. I woke up and Celine was standing there beside the bed. Beside our bed. Because we had always slept together. She didn’t say a word, just climbed in with me and put her head on my chest. She wasn’t even wet from the rain, and I could feel her breath as I drifted back off to sleep.  The next night was the same. I woke up and she was standing there. But this time she spoke. “Get up and play with me Jim.” And we played almost the whole night, all the fun games we used to play together. It was so much fun to be with my sister again and laugh and play, just the two of us. And when I woke up the next morning I was barely even tired. Just so happy to know that when we put her in that small coffin and buried it in the ground she hadn’t really died. And she could still come back and be with me at night. We played every night for a while. Sometimes I could hardly believe we didn’t wake our parents, we made so much noise laughing and hiding and chasing each other around the room. It was so much fun, maybe even more fun than before she died. Because the adults didn’t hear anything, and we could play as loud as we wanted. And when I woke the next morning our room was cleaned up, and all the toys put back in their places. Celine Read more [...]
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Food for Thought

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by James Wofford

Ultra Processed Foods, produced by a handful of the world’s largest food conglomerates, are proving to be one of the great drivers of disease, obesity, ill health, and malnutrition in modern society. Read More

by James Wofford
Ultra Processed Foods, produced by a handful of the world's largest food conglomerates, are proving to be one of the great drivers of disease, obesity, ill health, and malnutrition in modern society. Read more [...]
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Eating Better

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by James Wofford
A big part of my every day is food. What to eat, what to cook, who to share it with. The meal and the time. Sometimes it's Johnna, sometimes it's one of the kids, a friend, or just at the table with a book. It's never forced. It's organic, it's what we do in the Wofford household. As I've gotten older and looked a little deeper into this daily ritual, this lifetime ritual, I've become more aware of the idea of food as medicine. For the body definitely. But also the soul, the mind, the spirit. And as we age, what we eat becomes even more important. We need more protein to grow and retain muscle. We need fiber for our gut. Anti-inflammatories to fight disease and infection, antioxidants, probiotics and prebiotics. Vitamins, minerals. The list goes on. And it needs to be clean, whole, unprocessed. We can get all this from foods off the shelf in the grocery store. And I like to cook. Cooking and sharing brings a lot of positives to the day. But it's time consuming. We're all looking for convenience, just not at the sacrifice of quality. Or good health. Because this is real life and we have responsibilities and work to do. And we need to live a long time to get it all done. But there's only so many hours in the day and not everyone can or wants to spend them in the kitchen. Entirely valid point. Same here. So all Spring and Summer this year I've been making protein bars. Nutrition bars. Batch after batch, recipe after recipe. Keeping a notebook. Experimenting with flavors, ingredients, and textures. Looking for a convenient food made from clean whole ingredients. Nutrient dense with stuff I know is good for me. Refining it, making them better. Organic, sustainable, packed with good clean plant based protein, fruit, seeds, nuts, and fiber. Non GMO, gluten free. Rich in anti-oxidants and vitamins. No added sugars. Nothing weird, minimally processed. Whole real food. Also delicious. Because I'm still at heart a foodist (as opposed to foodie. I hate Read more [...]
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Cart Community

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by James Wofford

“ A lot of these kids don’t have anywhere to go in the afternoons, or they sit at home playing video games and scrolling their phones. We’re trying to get them up and moving, doing something constructive.” Read More

by James Wofford
“ A lot of these kids don’t have anywhere to go in the afternoons, or they sit at home playing video games and scrolling their phones. We’re trying to get them up and moving, doing something constructive.” Read more [...]
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