The G.O.A.T. The goat looked me in the eye – a deep stare as though she needed to know my intent; my soul. Read More→
A New POV… If you had told me as a wide-eyed college student in NYC that I would someday run a winery, vineyard and farm for almost four decades, I would have said you were nuts. Read More→
Natural Wisdom… The year was around 1971. I was in 7th or 8th grade and my mother, recently divorced, wanted to live in the country. Read More→