This creature and her little sister had so much fun identifying and picking wild field mint the other day to make flavored water! Apart...

Thank you, wild rose, for loving us so well that we might love ourselves and each other just the same. These wild rose cupcakes and more...

Five ago, my son ordered six ducklings from a catalog with hopes of starting a flock for eggs and meat. Ducks are well suited to our wet...

This is part 3 of as yet to be determined how many in a series about living off the grid while living on the grid. Today, I invite you to...

All day yesterday I was waiting for a moment in which to record this message. When I finally had a moment, the power was out! This is...

Part one of as yet to be determined how many in a series talking about living off the grid while living on the grid. This one’s about the...

Let’s talk about living off the grid when living on the grid...

We stacked a cord of wood in silence yesterday. There are no shortcuts when it comes to stacking wood. Or most other chores. Or anything...

To order, email me or text 541-974-2363. You’re welcome to call too but I don’t have much cell reception out here so please leave a...

Baring my teeth, I hiss at you and implore you to listen to me. Listen to me now, NOW, before the maiden returns! I am the hag....

Stan was my grandpa. He and my oldest child only met a couple of times, but my son, being fascinated with history, has learned everything...

This is a picture of one of my self-care altars. An online discussion about reconciling the need for prescription meds and the desire to...

Couldn’t count how many times I’ve made Gran’s buttermilk biscuits but somehow this is the first time I’ve made B&G, despite it being one...

“When is life ever going to get easier?” I wrote her back: “When the dishes are done?”

Sourdough, besides being a vehicle for butter, is another way to become part of a PLACE; a way to eat my way into belonging

Today is the first day of summer according to the calendar I follow...

We had a a bonfire today at nature playschool. That word used to mean a "bone fire". Bones and fire. My daughters and I are made of such...

I went to Chile at 20-years-old, an undergrad from a better-but-not-the-best State University. I’d taken Spanish classes since 6th grade...

Sometimes something has to basically rot - but in a special and intentional way - to become something else.

I changed my name this fall. There is a cast iron skillet involved.