When you’re feeling pent-up in an unfinished cabin with a hundred things to do and nary the motivation to do them, when you’re seeking a visual break from cables and power tools and half-finished drywall (all evidence of the not-yet-tackled hundred things), when you’ve settled into a rhythm that feels peaceful, yes, but soft around
As we prep for another off-grid summer out west, we’re doing the early work of whittling down our packing list to the bare essentials. For me, the hardest area to cull – by far – is the bookshelf. How can we possibly begin to select our favorite poetry volumes, nature books, field guides, and inspiring
Whether your goal is to keep your toddler entertained without the use of YouTube, to limit your 4th grader’s incessant requests for a smartphone, to shelter your pre-teen from cyberbullying, to ensure your sophomore doesn’t spend her entire paycheck on TikTok’s skincare recommendations, or to avoid your own temptation to “just respond to this e-mail
Children’s books are a hard thing to perfect. How to create a magical mood that transports a young child – and her reader – into another world? How to capture wonder? How to offer delight? And, perhaps more importantly, how can you possibly pin it all to a page? My friend Sarah Mackenzie knows. Her
Ginny Yurich is the only person on the planet who can get me to wriggle out of my pajamas and into merino wool long johns for an outdoor jaunt in the dead of winter. And she’s certainly the only person on the planet who can get my children to join me. In short: she’s our
My friend Jess’ book came out today, and after dog-earing an early copy all summer long, I will start by saying this: Her’s is not just a book to read. It’s a ruckus to raise. Through wild tales and wry admissions, Jess shakes us all from the stupor of living in a world orchestrated by
I’m on my fourth 5-year journal, so you wouldn’t be wrong if you said I was hopelessly stuck in my ways. In nearly two decades, my nightly ritual hasn’t veered an inch: brush teeth, lay out tomorrow’s clothes, slather hydrocortisone on itchy ears (long story, tell you later). And yet: my friend Tsh just recently
Of all the Christmas activities I am easily overwhelmed by, the advent calendar tops the list. The pressure that comes with dreaming and scheming 25 tiny surprises for 3 kids is enough to send me straight to the North Pole Looney Bin. So this year, I’m outsourcing the creativity to the always-clever clan at After