I’m a wife and mother, closer to my forties than I can come to terms with and this is my natural hair color.

I love color theory, good food, witty humor, watching cows eat thick grass, swimming in strange new waters and the phenomenon of sunshine and rain at the same time.

Unlike most Americans, I prefer hot tea with cream and honey over coffee in the mornings. And unlike most southerners, I drink unsweet iced tea in the afternoons.

I am always suspicious of subtle tyrannies.

I don’t go with the flow very well.

And to be perfectly honest, I am creating The Morgan’s Table to pull a business up out of the dirt, metaphorically, so that we can pull a real business out the real dirt, literally.

What I mean is, my husband was born to milk cows, apparently (we just recently discovered this special purpose of his). We knew it was somewhere in agriculture, so we farmed oysters, then ran cracker cows and we bought land. Each step lead us closer to the point, until we discovered it. It’s magical.

The only problem is, he already has a career: horseshoeing. His career has supported us all these years, entirely. (Those other endeavors were extra-curricular and actually quite expensive.) His real career is also somewhat high risk and is slowly breaking his truck… and his back. It has been a blessing all these years, but we feel the end of this track soon approaching and yet, there’s no way off this train.

So how do we get from where we are now to where we want to be? How do you change lanes at breakneck speed with a family in tow?

I’m not sure either, if you have any ideas please refer to the “contact” page and shoot me an email.

The best we can figure is: jump or die trying.

A Theatrical Metaphor

So Justin and I and our kids are all standing on the roof of this metaphorical horseshoeing career train, like in an old western movie, and its chugging eagerly onward. Inside the fine china rattles against itself. Half eaten pastries are abandoned. Velvet covered seats sit empty. And we, up on the roof, survey the view. A mile up ahead we can see that the bridge is out, some tornado of workplace injury or old age seems to have hit… the tracks just sort of twist off into a mysteriously deep chasm of no savings. We look at each other knowing we must jump. We look at the hard landing below, littered with sporadic cacti no doubt. Just on the horizon there is a tattered chuck wagon called far-fetched chance, being pulled by two dairy cows, hard and work, headed to a place of green grass and cattle production. If we get on that wagon, we might make it to the land of Cattle Calling.

But how to stick this landing? And how to bring along a little bread and water for the journey?

This is where I am stepping up to try and help. This is where The Morgan’s Table was founded: on the roof of a train.

If I can build an online business, if I can provide a little cushion, a little bread and water, we might make this thing work.

But what do I have to offer the world that they would benefit from me? What do I have to give in exchange for another person’s time and attention?

For what it’s worth, I can share all that 15 years of homemaking has taught me. I can share all I’ve learned in the call of domesticity, cooking, homeschooling and farm-starting, all on a budget. I can give you what I have. I can give you a place to look at some beautiful things that God has gifted to us in this life under the sun. I can point to the good things I’ve found. I can make greeting cards. I can tell you our story. I can encourage you in your story.

So maybe that helps? Maybe you know a little “About Me” now? A socially awkward redhead who fixates on color combinations and is always thinking about food, while riding on top of an imaginary train?

If you’re still here, thank you. Thank you for reading, sharing and helping to build a little community. I know we all have our own journeys and challenges, and I hope that somehow the things you find at The Morgan’s Table can edify you in the midst of yours!