Rural Revolution

Don, as you may recall, suffers from a malady we dubbed " Poliphobia " – namely, a "fear" of cities. This is not a real ...

Sorry for the silence, dear readers. Don and I have been drowning in tankards for the last few days. To update our disastrous New Year's...

We are now two days into the New Year, and now I feel I can write about what our New Year's Eve was like. In a nutshell, it was very, ve...

A few days ago, I mentioned in passing that I made my first batch of Parmesan cheese over Christmas . A reader asked for more details. I don...

It's been cold here. Not nearly as bitter as the weather in the northeast, but we've had lows in the teens and high in the low 30s f...

Last Christmas, if you recall, we managed to celebrate the day by smashing up our car after hitting an invisible patch of black ice. This C...

For the last few years, since she's been at her European duty station, Younger Daughter has been throwing what she calls " Orphan P...

Last night, Don and I were invited to attend the Christmas pageant of some local Mennonite schoolchildren singing carols and reciting some r...

Last week, Older Daughter wanted to collect some Christmas boughs for decorating the house. Usually she and I drive into the mountains with ...

There is a YouTube real estate enthusiast named Enes Yilmazer who makes videos (filmed by his son) in which he tours mansions, yachts, and ...