Drug Emporium and Little Rock visit
I’ll be honest—after all these years, I still get a little nervous every time I head out to set up at a vendor event. Jim and I go over directions (nope, I don’t rely on GPS—give me an atlas, pen, and paper any day). Even after 17 years here in Arkansas, you’d never guess we came from a big city. Everywhere we go is a haul—200 miles isn’t unusual—except for Harrison, which is our “close” town at 45 miles away. It’s not a complaint—it’s commitment.
When I think back, I’ve traveled a lot more than I planned. In 2024 I was on the road constantly, and I swore 2025 would be different. But part of my generation’s work ethic is sticking with what you start. Sometimes I sell myself short and forget how far we’ve come. Our first jobs here paid just $8 an hour. So if you’re reselling, building, or growing something of your own—you’re doing better than you think.
Back in 2016, “farm-to-table” was barely a phrase, yet we were living it—selling raw milk, adding in pork, raising goats (when you practically couldn’t give one away), and watching calves sell for under $100. Trends, markets, politics—they rise and fall. But what sustains us is the commitment, the hands-on work, and the trust built over years.
Books and research have their place, but the real wisdom comes from living it—day after day. That’s the heart I carry with me to every event, every conversation, and every bar of soap I share with you.
Meanwhile, back at the farm, Jim is busy wiring another building addition—and probably grateful I’m not there to “supervise.” He knows I have a thing for electrical outlets in the ceiling. 
(it's the best place)
(it's the best place)And if you know Arkansas, you’ll understand when I say—it’s one big small town. Headed to Little Rock today and feeling very grateful.
Sara