It’s that time of year when my sewing room is busy and I’m always coming up with more homemade Christmas gift ideas. Some years I don’t have the...

My family loves jellies and jams on toast, but sometimes we get a collection of partially used jars in the back of the fridge and it’s high time I...

I’ve had a hard time getting going in the workshop this fall. I can’t quite put my finger on why. I have every major tool I need—except for one,...

Thanksgiving, as I’ve often stated, is probably one of my favorite holidays of the year. Perhaps it’s because the centerpiece of the day revolves...

I find myself often sitting down to write a column about being “weekend warriors” (and even once wrote that title on my columns two weeks in a row...

I’m pretty sure I’ve made it known that I have a love-hate relationship with the Northern Lights — those dancing curtains that blanket the sky in a...

While I love summertime and the heat and sunshine that it brings, there is a certain joy in my heart when it comes to putting on a sweater in the...

I’m pretty sure I’ve made it known that I have a love-hate relationship with the Northern Lights — those dancing curtains that blanket the sky in a...

I have never been an avid reader. I have yet to find a book I cannot put down. Yet, I love learning about new things and being inspired by new...

It’s been almost a year since my family grew by one. A year since my blushing bride made her desires known that she wanted another Golden...

With deer hunting season almost upon us I thought it was a good time to re-run a Best of Rabbit Hole that first ran November 6, 2019The ghouls have...

I learned to bake bread from my Grandma Edythe, who often made huge recipes until her entire kitchen was covered in pans of buns. She taught my...

 Few things stick in your mind quite like adventures that involve weather. Even Disney knew this — his heroes are often seen trudging through a storm, battling fierce north...

 My mind seems to be drifting to the days of yesteryear today. First came the news of the passing of Ace Frehley. Then our youngest son—who’s now...

I love my chickens. I didn’t grow up with chickens, and I never aspired to be a crazy chicken lady, but it just sort of happened. This year...