It happened during one of our Maple Weekend open house days, when hordes of people were in and out of the sugarhouse. My job during those...

Most girls spend weeks anticipating their first prom and preparing all the little details - their hair, makeup, dress, jewelry. The day...

I woke up wide-eyed and held my breath, listening. Hearing rustling in my parents room nearby I knew right away that my guess was correct...

When we got our first family cow, I admit I was a bit nervous about how we were going to manage the ebb and flow of milk. Growing up on a...

As many of you know, my husband and his brother and I own and operate Matras Maple , a local sugarhouse in Pittsfield, NH. This time of...

Christmas on the farm was magical when I was growing up. It wasn't because we got large quantities of fancy gifts under the tree or went...

This is a topic I've been wanting to write about for some time. Call me strange, but I think about this topic every so often and have...

Below is a poem I wrote in 2008 as part of a high school poetry class assignment. This poem has always held a special place in my heart,...

When we got married, my husband came with a cow. My husband worked on my family's farm even before he could drive and continued working...