“When I was twelve my family had come here [to Cedral] to pick coffee on a man’s farm. I dreamed—we came up here to pick coffee, and I could hear the cows and the calves and everything, because there used to be more dairies. And I dreamed of one day coming back, to be able to hear the cows, to come back here to live. I wanted to live here. I prayed to God that I could live here!
Tag: agriculture
Another Year Later
At the end of October 2013 I self published 400 copies of “When Coffee Speaks: Stories from and of Latin … More
Trenches
I have been working as a “coffee writer” (covering craft, commodity, conversation and culture!) for about two years, but before … More
Let There Be Electricity
This is the third of three posts about the intersections between education and agriculture. The process of making a living … More
The Best Way to Go Broke
Yesterday I checked a big ticket item off my “being a freelancer in 2014” to do list: I got Obamacare. … More
Affinity
There are things that draw us in. There are places that we like to go and things we like to … More
Growing Colombian Coffee
Colombian coffee growing is an agricultural institution if ever there was one. Coffee is native to Ethiopia, but Colombians have … More
Roya Problems
Right now, thousands of coffee growing families across Latin America are facing a crisis. The coffee leaf rust “la roya” … More
AgriCULTURE
Agriculture is termed as such because growing things is a way of life. When you earn a living for your … More