I suppose for every successful knitting project, there must be at least one unsuccessful one. I finished The Oldest's "Just Plain...

While we were in Missouri, we discovered the novelty of black walnuts. Being as we're Westerners, and they don't grow wild here, we...

Oh give me a home Where the elk and deer roam Where my children can happily play. Where never is heard A loud neighbor's rude words And ...

I feel compelled to tell you my happy knitting project story. It's been a long time since I finished a project I was so darn smitten wit...

The holidays are coming. We're being bombarded with even more marketing than usual, the toy aisles at Wal Mart are full and spilling int...

"What are you reading?" It's pretty much my favorite question to be asked, whether it comes from a friend or, in this case, my...

After the Crazy Month of October, we'd agreed that the far more relaxed month of November would be a good time to begin taking some step...

A gift of toys speaks loudly to children, doesn't it? I'm not one to buy my kids a lot of new toys. Not because I want them to ...

My garden kind of sucked this year. Well, that's not entirely true. We did at least grow enough vegetables to keep us well fed through t...

My sweet friend Marcie is "afraid of soup." Her words. I keep trying to imagine this chilly fall weather without the warmth of sou...