If my marriage can survive the building of a yurt it can survive anything. Twelve years ago my husband, step daughter and I were living downtown Denver in a tiny apartment. She was in third grade and we were both full time working college students. One morning we were at the library and my husband…
A friend recently visited our new house and noted that it’s much smaller and more humble than our old house.: “You gave up that big, beautiful kitchen for…this…country kitchen?!” She was incredulous. Let me explain. We used to live in a great house in a great location, but with a tiny yard (3,500 square feet, postage…
We had one of those rooms in our house. It was supposedly the “recreation room.” The TV was in there, hooked up to the Wii along with some beanbags and comfy chairs. And junk, lots and lots of junk. You know how some people have a junk drawer? Well, this was our junk room. So,…
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. In fact, if I could have one holiday all year long, I’d take Thanksgiving in a heartbeat. Thanksgiving is a low key celebration of gratitude marked by a home cooked meal shared by family, which is what, in an ideal world, I think every meal should be. I am drawn…
I’m not a super crafty person. I have never woken up in the morning and thought to myself, “I’d like to get out the hot glue gun today.” If I have creative energy, I write something. When we were on the farm, I used my creative muscles to churn out 50 to 100 flower bouquets…
‘Gratitude is the open door to abundance’. This is printed on a tiny piece of paper, the tag off a tea bag I brewed and drank a long time ago. I keep it on the window sill above my kitchen sink as a reminder, and when it catches my eye amid the endless cycle of…
“Acts of creation are ordinarily reserved for gods and poets, but humbler folk may circumvent this restriction if they know how. To plant a pine, for example, one need be neither god nor poet; one need only own a shovel. By virtue of this curious loophole in the rules, any clodhopper may say: Let there…
