The Medicine House sits along a river ridge of industry, steel, coal, coke, and glass in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, a big town with a long blue-collar history. The 1900 home is paved with broken brick and solid stone and stands on hill made of concrete slabs and trash. The earth is crumbling from the Japanese Knotweed invasion that has overtaken our hills, where the deer, groundhogs, and other urban wildlife live. It is our home and an aspiring urban herbal farm in Northern Appalachia.

I’m on a mission. Healing the land, heals humanity too.

The Medicine House offers monthly tea and herbal medicine recipes and small batch botanicals. Follow our Substack to learn more.