And so it went that I refused to drink milk, and the doctors fretted that my bones would thin out and I would break a limb. And my mother threatened me with visions of stooped women of a certain age, who hadn’t drank their milk and who now suffered that decision thanks to a large hump on their back. And that was indeed worrisome, for I was nothing if not superficial as a 12-year-old.

So I worked on my posture - and I am still told to this day that I sit and stand amazingly straight. But I eventually lost a taste for milk, taking water with my meals and using soy milk for cereals or with cookies (vegan cookies my father would make, with maple syrup and carrots). The results felt so far? No broken bones yet - I am an admittedly sedentary individual - but I seemed to have become lactose intolerant.

Are these two issues related? A lack of the beverage leading to an inability by my body to digest the beverage? I suppose it’s possible. Or it’s possible that either way I would have become lactose intolerant as I aged. Still, I fret even today about how many years I have gone without milk. My vegan days were only consistent for about 6 months, but my thwarted view of dairy products has stayed with me for these intervening years, and I never have gotten into calcium pills.

But that is what this blog is for. To teach  myself and the community we will hopefully build together, how to live the best life that we can. Through organic eating and organic living, exercising, finding peace and calmness in our lives, and having as much fun as we can along the way. Read on, and with any luck all of us will learn something!