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Park Market Ashland, 823 W Main Street, Ashland, OH (2026)

09/04/2026

A little clarification from Graham Cracker Kritters on this beautiful country morning… 😂🌅

I did NOT buy the Parsley Pot building. The purchase belongs to Howard Hanna and Tiffany Meyer, and they deserve all the credit. 😂

Apparently, my last post caused a little confusion because several people have asked me about it. So, my bad! 🤦‍♀️😂

What caught my attention was simply the building.

It’s a tale of a local place with history, sitting out in the country (near me 😁), and the idea of seeing it become a little business again. There’s just something about old buildings getting a new life that I love. ❤️

I actually think it’s adorable that people asked. 😂 That’s the beauty of small-town life. You put something on Facebook and suddenly everybody’s doing a little investigative journalism. 😂

Which brings me to today’s other VERY important local-news update:

To my and my son’s dismay, I am officially out of the homemade Sourdough Ugly English muffins.

The regular store-bought ones had to suffice.

No pre-teens were harmed in the making of this breakfast. 😂

But, alas, they were no substitute.

So, with the many SR 71 drives ahead of me, I’ll be making a little detour to Wayne County Market for the good ones as soon as they are stocked.

Because some things are worth driving “just down the road” for…

….even when that road is 71. 😂❤️

09/04/2026

A little clarification from Graham Cracker Kritters on this beautiful country morning… 😂🌅

I did NOT buy The Parsley Pot building. The purchase news belongs to Howard Hanna and Tiffany Meyer, and they deserve all the credit. 😂

Apparently, my last post caused a little confusion because several people have asked me about it. So, my bad! 🤦‍♀️😂

What caught my attention was simply the building.

It’s a tale of a local place with history, sitting out in the country (near me 😁), and the idea of seeing it become a little business again. There’s just something about old buildings getting a new life that I love. ❤️

I actually think it’s adorable that people asked. 😂 That’s the beauty of small-town life. You put something on Facebook and suddenly everybody’s doing a little investigative journalism. 😂

Which brings me to today’s other VERY important local-news update:

To my and my son’s dismay, I am officially out of the homemade Sourdough Ugly English muffins.

The regular store-bought ones had to suffice.

**No pre-teens were harmed in the making of this breakfast. 😂**

But…..alas….they were no substitute.

So, with the many SR 71 drives ahead of me, I’ll be making a little detour to Wayne's Country Market for the good ones as soon as they are stocked.

Because some things are worth driving “just down the road” for…

….even when that road is 71. 😂❤️

09/02/2026

So… apparently the official closing (Monday) of the Park Market Ashland did NOT come with a ‘more free time’ upgrade. 😂

I keep thinking, How did I run a whole store on top of all this?! Seriously. I don’t want to take ALL the credit because there were a lot of people who helped keep that place moving, but dang. 😂

These days there’s a whole lot of up-and-down-71-ing, some long nights at a children’s hospital, and a completely different kind of busy.

There’s farm stuff. LOTS of farm stuff.

We have apparently perfected the art of unloading hay with a ‘trailer dump thing’ that isn’t even attached to the truck but somehow gets the job done. 🤷‍♀️😂

The husband got to handle the finale of the yellow jacket situation because apparently after multiple attempts, I had already done the hard part of convincing most of them to leave the premises. 🐝😂

He just happened to arrive at the “let’s finish this” portion of the project before I did.

I’ll give him the credit. But I would like the record to show… I did the dangerous research and fieldwork first. 😂

And coffee… well, Park Market didn’t have anything fancy schmancy, so after a year of that, and all the quality time bouncing up and down I-71, I’m pretty well trained for a simple cup of hospital coffee waiting for me in the morning.

Oh! And did you know I have a real job?! 😂

I’ve been working on getting everything ready for AEP and Medicare season, which means my brain is currently storing approximately 47,000 things and remembering about 6 of them.

I’m also really looking forward to spending more time with Mary's Insurance Team, Ashland, Ohio. They took this new kid on the block in a year ago, supported me through all the craziness, and have been pretty darn awesome through it all. ❤️

So if you were thinking I closed the store and was sitting around eating bonbons…

I regret to inform you that the bonbons ( ) have not arrived. 😂

Apparently I just traded stocking shelves for hay, insurance, yellow jackets, I-71 miles, hospital nights and figuring out what the heck we’re doing next.

Same chaos.

Different hat. 😂❤️

Cracker Kritters

09/02/2026

So… apparently the official closing (Monday) of the Park Market Ashland did NOT come with a ‘more free time’ upgrade. 😂

I keep thinking, How did I run a whole store on top of all this?! Seriously. I don’t want to take ALL the credit because there were a lot of people who helped keep that place moving, but dang. 😂

These days there’s a whole lot of up-and-down-71-ing, some long nights at a children’s hospital, and a completely different kind of busy.

There’s farm stuff. LOTS of farm stuff.

We have apparently perfected the art of unloading hay with a ‘trailer dump thing’ that isn’t even attached to the truck but somehow gets the job done. 🤷‍♀️😂

The husband got to handle the finale of the yellow jacket situation because apparently after multiple attempts, I had already done the hard part of convincing most of them to leave the premises. 🐝😂

He just happened to arrive at the “let’s finish this” portion of the project before I did.

I’ll give him the credit. But I would like the record to show… I did the dangerous research and fieldwork first. 😂

And coffee… well, Park Market didn’t have anything fancy schmancy, so after a year of that, and all the quality time bouncing up and down I-71, I’m pretty well trained for a simple cup of hospital coffee waiting for me in the morning. You can’t beat the city view though.🌇

Oh! And did you know I have a real job?! 😂

I’ve been working on getting everything ready for AEP and Medicare season, which means my brain is currently storing approximately 47,000 things and remembering about 6 of them.

I’m also really looking forward to spending more time with Mary's Insurance Team, Ashland, Ohio. They took this new kid on the block in a year ago, supported me through all the craziness, and have been pretty darn awesome through it all. ❤️

So if you were thinking I closed the store and was sitting around eating bonbons…

I regret to inform you that the bonbons ( ) have not arrived. 😂

Apparently I just traded stocking shelves for hay, insurance, yellow jackets, I-71 miles, hospital nights and figuring out what the heck we’re doing next.

Same chaos.

Different hat. 😂❤️

08/26/2026

It’s a wild Wednesday being human, and both, breaking a routine and learning a new one.

For most of the last school year, my mornings had a pretty predictable rhythm. Starting with a school drop-off, a few automatic right turns, and coffee at the little store (as some people called it) an going about the work day.😂

And now, with a new school year starting and the store no longer being part of my daily routine, my brain keeps trying to take the old route. Turn right, turn right again…..a little trip through Ashland University(stadium drive by)…..letting early morning college kids cross and noticing little kids waiting for the bus……and a final left to the store. ❤️😢

Then I remember…

Oh. We’re doing things differently now.

know I’m not the only one.

So many of us are adjusting to something right now. A new school schedule. New routines. Kids getting older. Work changes. Empty nests. New jobs. Losses. New beginnings.

Sometimes even the things we want to change still take a minute for our brains and hearts to catch up.

Thankfully, Graham Cracker Kritters farm life doesn’t really give me much time to overthink it. 😂

My first reminder that I have absolutely no control over my schedule came in the form of…

🐝 A Yellowjacket nest.

Yep.

Then there are stalls to muck, animals to feed, hay to stack, chores to tackle, mother nature to negotiate with, and probably at least three things I haven’t discovered yet.

Luckily, this is exactly the distraction, and grounding, that I need right now.

There is something about putting on the farmer bibs, walking into the barn, BLOOM caffeine in tote, getting your hands dirty and having animals who couldn’t care less what yesterday looked like.

They just need fed.

The stalls still need cleaned.

The hay still needs stacked.

And apparently, the Yellowjackets need evicted. 😂

Maybe that’s the lesson I’m taking into this next chapter.

Routines are good. They give us something familiar to hold onto.

But sometimes life changes the route.

And when it does, we figure out the next turn.

I don’t know exactly what this new routine will look like yet. I’m still figuring it out.

But I do know there will be mornings at the farm.

There will be animals.

There will be work.

There will probably be some chaos.

And there will absolutely be some overly hopeful optimism because, well… that’s apparently who I am. 😂

Here’s to the beginning of a new school year, new routines, new routes and figuring out what comes next.

Farmer bibs on.

Let’s go. 🌱❤️

08/26/2026

Learning a New Route 🌱

It’s a wild Wednesday being human, and both, breaking a routine and learning a new one.

For most of the last school year, my mornings had a pretty predictable rhythm. Starting with a school drop-off, a few automatic right turns, and coffee at the little store (as some people called it) an going about the work day.😂

And now, with a new school year starting and the store no longer being part of my daily routine, my brain keeps trying to take the old route. Turn right, turn right again…..a little trip through Ashland University(stadium drive by)…..letting early morning college kids cross and noticing little kids waiting for the bus……and a final left to the store. ❤️😢

Then I remember…

Oh. We’re doing things differently now.

know I’m not the only one.

So many of us are adjusting to something right now. A new school schedule. New routines. Kids getting older. Work changes. Empty nests. New jobs. Losses. New beginnings.

Sometimes even the things we want to change still take a minute for our brains and hearts to catch up.

Thankfully, Graham Cracker Kritters farm life doesn’t really give me much time to overthink it. 😂

My first reminder that I have absolutely no control over my schedule came in the form of…

🐝 A Yellowjacket nest.

Yep.

Then there are stalls to muck, animals to feed, hay to stack, chores to tackle, mother nature to negotiate with, and probably at least three things I haven’t discovered yet.

Luckily, this is exactly the distraction, and grounding, that I need right now.

There is something about putting on the farmer bibs, walking into the barn, BLOOM caffeine in tote, getting your hands dirty and having animals who couldn’t care less what yesterday looked like.

They just need fed.

The stalls still need cleaned.

The hay still needs stacked.

And apparently, the Yellowjackets need evicted. 😂

Maybe that’s the lesson I’m taking into this next chapter.

Routines are good. They give us something familiar to hold onto.

But sometimes life changes the route.

And when it does, we figure out the next turn.

I don’t know exactly what this new routine will look like yet. I’m still figuring it out.

But I do know there will be mornings at the farm.

There will be animals.

There will be work.

There will probably be some chaos.

And there will absolutely be some overly hopeful optimism because, well… that’s apparently who I am. 😂

Here’s to the beginning of a new school year, new routines, new routes and figuring out what comes next.

Farmer bibs on.

Let’s go. 🌱❤️

08/23/2026

Today is the last official day of Park Market.

I’ve been thinking about what I want to say.

I keep thinking about what we got.

We got a year of mornings on Main Street.

We got kids catching buses.

We got dog walkers and park walkers and familiar faces.

We got people who came in for coffee and somehow ended up telling me about their day.

We got ridiculously busy days.

We got painfully slow days.

We got dark winter mornings and dark winter evenings.

We got a family business that sometimes meant the whole family was involved simply because that’s what had to happen.

We got a lot of laughs.

We got some tears.

And I got to know a neighborhood in a way I never expected to.

That’s the part I’ll carry with me.

Because you don’t realize how much a little store can become about people until you’re standing in it at the end.

I’m incredibly grateful.

Next week we will still be around, packing and cleaning and talking to neighbors and figuring out what’s next.

And after that?

Well, there’s a barn that has been patiently waiting for me. Have a feeling the next chapter may involve more dirt under my fingernails and fewer spreadsheets.

Apparently I’ve got some catching up to do. 😂

Thank you for letting Park Market be part of this neighborhood.

And thank you for letting this neighborhood become part of me.

That’s something I never expected when we opened the doors.

And I’m really, really glad I got to experience it. ❤️

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