I’m so glad you are here! I created The Kitchen Rag after I discovered the healing power of nutritious food. Since then, I haven’t been able to shut up about it.

About Me

My name is Diana Glasser and I’m a lover, eater, blogger, rancher, and nutrition consultant. When I’m not buried in books and raising chickens, I’m making broth, sauerkraut, yogurt or trying a new recipe on my 6’6″ husband.

English is not my first language, so please forgive the occasional grammar snafu. My first language is Romanian and I was born in the Republic of Moldova, in Eastern Europe, on a small farm. Although the Soviet Union collapsed and our national economy came crashing down when I was only about five years old, my childhood was surrounded by love and sunshine and chickens and cows and geese and turkeys and my grandma’s feta cheese and my uncle’s silly songs. My mother taught me English at a very young age. It became our secret language and we practiced irregular verbs while making pickles, milking our cows, or chasing turkeys back in their coop in the evenings. She taught me to have big dreams but be proud of who I am and where I come from.

I came  to the US when I was eighteen to receive a classical education at Gutenberg College.  Talk about culture shock! I didn’t leave my room for six months except to go to class. Not only that, I traded my mother’s delicious scrambled eggs delivered straight from our chickens for pop tarts and cereal, homemade borscht for ramen and mac n’ cheese, and our delicious homemade cheese for Velveeta.  By the end of my senior year I had chronic migraines, severe constipation, full blown hypoglycemia, a gluten intolerance, and chronic lethargy.

During my senior year, while I ran my body into the ground by staying up into the wee hours of the morning and drinking cup after cup of black tea in order to finish my senior thesis, I met my future husband. Clayton was a freshman who just wouldn’t take no for an answer. What can I say, I like guys who know what they want. On our first date we ate gyros at food cart in Portland. On our second date he came over and made me steak and eggs for breakfast, rather different than my usual black tea with with three teaspoons of sugar. After graduation, I signed up as an assistant chef at a local bed and breakfast, and Clayton and I continued to get to know each other doing our favorite things – books, movies, hiking, and especially, delicious meals. We also began scouting out farmer’s markets, and I realized how much at home I felt there! A year later Clayton proposed at the local farmer’s market and we got married on a farm surrounded by our friends and family.

Food Philosophy


I healed my body by going back to the nourishing foods I grew up with – bone broth, raw milk, butter, lard, eggs, organ meat, fresh vegetables, and fruit. I don’t eat or ethically condone fake, pasteurized, bleached, ecologically unsound, or inhumanely raised food.

As a result of ridding most of the fake food from my diet, I am no longer anemic, nor do I suffer from migraines. I’ve lost ten pounds of fat and gained it back in muscle. I recently came back from a seven day backpacking trip that was a breeze except for a few blisters. My hypoglycemia is completely under control.

But my journey to heal has only began. Each day I become more aware of the complexity of human bodies. I am learning to listen and trust my body in a way doctors can’t teach us. I want to help you learn to trust your body and your experience too. I want to help you be informed and able to choose what you think is best for you. There’s a lot of confusing information out there, but there is a lot you can do for your health and the health of your children.

Let’s learn together!

More About Diana

How We Became Ranchers Overnight

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Why I Don’t Want Children – Yet

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Overcoming Writer’s Block

I've been quiet here and on Facebook lately. Some of you have asked for updates, others have expressed concern. I am well my dear readers, and it does good to my heart to hear from [...]

A Moldovan In Romania

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Traveling is Easy; Life is Hard

“Why did we stop?” I try to sound casual. “Just more heavy traffic ahead, but you guys have another hour; we’ll get you to your plane; don’t worry.” My friend’s voice is reassuring but her [...]

Whose Team are You on?

"So what are we going to fight about in our counseling session today?" Clayton asks as I tap my knee nervously, sitting in our marriage counselor's waiting room. "Huh?" "Come on sweetie. I know you've been pretty [...]

Grieving for A Loved One

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Is Your Body Hiding Trauma?

The Trauma Last week, my husband and I were driving up I-5 on a grey, rainy Oregon winter day, en route to Seattle, when we suddenly ran right into a large, shallow, barely visible puddle of water stretched across [...]

My Expat Life: Necessities vs. Luxuries

My dear readers many of you have expressed interest in learning more about my life in Moldova before I came to  America. Your  support has meant a lot to me as I am learning how [...]

The Privilege of Driving

"Hey Sir, can we get a ride to Mereseni? The man looks inquisitively at me and my best friend and then opens his back door for us. "We are in luck today.", Dana whispers in [...]

Book Review: Pruned

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Surprised by Marriage

"I am going to marry you" he says, and his hand tightens around mine. "I know it will be tough with me still being in school, but we can do it." As he continues to [...]