All The Home Forum
The immigration debate is political. My choice to feed Mart铆n is not.Once, Mart铆n told me more about his personal story: the long walk from Guatemala, being detained, making his way to Maine with no family or friends.
Kindness linked us on the Mongolian steppeMy host family and I had little language or social experience in common. So instead, kindness linked us.
Think you鈥檝e got winter woes? I've got a slumpy frog.Her boxwood salamander is 12 feet long, but few notice it. Still, she fusses over it when it snows.聽
鈥榃e ring in the spring together鈥�: Sharing the secrets of maple sugaringHere, at the sugarhouse, a rite of spring has built a diverse community of common purpose and celebration.
In Maine鈥檚 winter woods, I鈥檓 never aloneWhile I鈥檓 the only human on a snowy trail at times, I鈥檓 companioned by the tracks and signs of wild creatures.
To each their own valentineWriting a poem to your partner is one thing. But what could be more romantic than smoke-detector maintenance?
Growing in the darkSometimes career plans crumble and prospects fade. But such 鈥渨ilderness experiences鈥� may be but vestibules to achievement.
A warm transactionIf you know where you鈥檒l be living in winter, the best time to acquire firewood is the previous fall. Using wood-fueled heat is all about preparing.
Moments of stillness, in a city of millionsMexico City is a place where you鈥檙e never alone聽鈥撀爓ell, it used to be, before social distancing set in.聽
In the desert, I find my wayThree years after the Six-Day War, I joined other foreigners at a program in Israel鈥檚 Negev, hoping to prove my independence.
The lesson of the leather suitcaseMom had slighted me. I was determined that I鈥檇 show her what life was like without me, and the old suitcase was perfect for my plan to run away.
Unpacking Great-Aunt Gertrude鈥檚 plum puddingAs a child, I knew her only as the quirky lady with the odd gifts. It turns out there was much more.
A holiday lift to play out a long year: Bring on the tubas (animation)While the pandemic has affected many traditions, thoughts of holidays past can be a source of great warmth and comfort. Even if those memories involve pouring rain and a cacophony of tubas.聽
He doesn鈥檛 know it, but he鈥檚 in my book clubI felt a kinship with him immediately when I saw him during jury duty, but we did not speak. The books do the talking.
My helper was closer than I thoughtI was driving an SUV on a lonely road at night when a tire blew out. With no cellphone to call for help, who would rescue me?
I learned to lean into the hillsCoach taught us we could always dig deeper. It wasn鈥檛 until much later that I grasped all that he鈥檇 meant.
Angel practice鈥淵ou don鈥檛 get good at blessing overnight,鈥� our rabbi tells the congregation. So that was our homework.
Love plus comfort, with batting in betweenHow better to celebrate a baby than with a quilt? Especially when it鈥檚 a quilt with a themed pattern.聽
A feathered member of the herdI took in a month-old chick at my friend's request.聽The young rooster had been a pet, so my hens rejected him. But my goats ...
There鈥檚 much more to learn at homeI鈥檇 had it with advice on home schooling 鈥� until I got some from my young daughters.
