It’s December 1st and I couldn’t be more relieved. I loathe November. I always have. The stark, damp, dreariness sinks into my bones and I just cannot shake it. Add this year’s political mayhem and another coronavirus surge and I’m just done in. Why does that simple flip of the calendar page make a difference?

One childhood memory that is tattooed into my brain is of a particular trip on my uncle’s boat. I couldn’t have been more than 8, possibly younger, and we got stuck out on the water in an unbelievably thick fog. We couldn’t see anything more than 3 feet away. Logically, I know that the adults

I love autumn. Our yard is a riot of color, the gardens have been put to bed, the garlic is in the ground, and, best of all, there are no more chickens in my house. To clarify, we aren’t the type of family that has diapered chickens wandering happily through our living room – not

Part of our daily routine is to walk the dogs on a nearby camp road that cuts through a swampy area with gravel ditches on both sides. It’s the worst kind of soil you could possibly imagine, yet every single foot of the roadway is covered with medicinal plants. Coltsfoot, Jack in the pulpit, elderberry,

If there’s one thing that I’ve learned over the last few months, it’s that I’m rubbish at uncertainty. I like plans. My backup plans generally have backup plans. I work well in a world where I can generally say, if this happens, then this… Then the pandemic hit. Every plan we had made got blown

We’ve been in quarantine for just over a month now. Some days I feel like we’re thriving, growing closer as a family, making progress on our goals, other days I feel jerked back into survival mode, my mind beating wildly against the impossibility and uncertainty of the whole situation. There are days when showering seems

It’s over a full week into the new decade, my house is a mess, my eyebrows are unruly….and I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time. I’m on day eight of a 30-day yoga journey; I’ve been reading and watching amazing things; I’ve taken on a couple of new projects, and, most importantly, I

Well despite our best efforts we managed to catch the flu. Yes, we did get the shot, but what can you do. I’m on day 4 and the lad is on day 2. My husband is the last man standing at this point and we’re only 3 days to Christmas. Have I mentioned we love

I’m Scotch-Irish and French, which seems to mean that I am genetically disposed to make enough food to feed an army regardless of the situation. This was never more apparent than this Thanksgiving. Once everyone had gone home, we still had a lot of squash, some sweet potatoes, an absurd amount of mash potatoes and