Trina Holden
Trina Holden is a modern-day gypsy, currently parked in Alabama where she and her husband encourage families to thrive through real food cookbooks, classes, and consulting. Together they homeschool their four children, drink gallons of raw milk, and dream of their next road trip.
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How Miss Annie Saved Thanksgiving

Dad sat all five of us down in the living room--including the youngest, who didn't really sit, despite the sober atmosphere in the room.  "Mom's really sick, kids. She has pneumonia. She's gonna get better, but she's going to have to rest. To stay in bed for a few days." He saw the confusion in our faces. Mom never stayed in bed. And this week was Thanksgiving! What about the...

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This Ain’t a Science, So Quit Making Rules

We were friends before we ever lived in the same town. Pinterest led me to her blog a week before we traveled to Alabama, and then I chanced to meet her at a park. We knew pretty quickly that we were best friend material. That summer we decided to move to her area, but first we had to go home and pack up life in NY. She kept our friendship...

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Feeding the Multitudes (Large Family Hospitality)

The other day, friends of ours who live in another part of the state were passing through our county, so I invited them for lunch. They are a family of eleven (or is it twelve?) so when my guests said there would be just seven of them coming, I felt like I got off easy. I planned on serving chili and cornbread, and promptly doubled everything as I mentally gathered...

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When Bigger Isn’t Better {And Guacamole for Two}

I had decorated, planned a menu, and invited everyone I could call a friend in my new home town. I was excited to host a girl's day out, share an inspiring video, and fill my house with fellowship and laughter. But when the day came, everyone canceled but one. As I scooped out the flesh of one avocado (instead of four) for a single batch of guacamole to go with our...

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Unfancy Hospitality {And How to Make Sweet Tea}

We'd been living in our new home just a week, but I was already itching to have company. Growing up in a family that had exercised hospitality frequently and lavishly from fancy dinner parties to pancake breakfast for two dozen, I always felt that a house wasn't home until I'd had someone over.  Problem: we'd only just barely got the two sides of our double wide glued together, and still...

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