These Farmhouse Bookshelves (+ A Giveaway!)
Alaska is far away. Maybe you think you know this, but however far away you imagine Alaska to be, double that. Because Alaska is really, really far away. I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to spend a week with other writers on a remote Alaskan island. I wish that each of you could have the chance to be dazzled by the Alaskan sun and...
The Only Way To Live
In Alaska, there are many ways to die. You can die in the air: bush plane, float plane, an airliner in wind and fog. You can die in the sea: barge, skiff, a ferry plunging in the trough. (If you are a sea lion, you can die in the jaws of an orca halfway between your rock and the waves. I have a picture of blood and frenzied sea lions if you...
A Book For You
It's Saturday morning. High time for another installment in my occasional book recommendation series. But there is one very important book I haven't yet told you much about. My book. Since that first announcement, you have been so supportive. So excited for me. So eager to read this book I have told you almost nothing about. I am grateful. I...
Why We Say “Yes” To Good Food
This summer, I've been thinking about that elusive thing called the simple life. I've been asking myself why simplicity sometimes seems so complicated. I've been asking myself why bother? This. This is why. Because these tart green apples, growing on baby trees we planted ourselves, are the best I've ever tasted. Apparently, the simple life is...
Letting Go (or, Raising Kids with Simplicity)
It is one thing to choose less for oneself. It is another thing entirely to make that same choice for your children. We always want more for our children. More than we had. More than we are. More. What kind of parent holds their child's small hand and walks in the direction of less? * * In some ways we have chosen less. We try (and fail, and...
These Farmhouse Bookshelves (The Simple Life Edition)
I've been writing about simplicity. This means, of course, that I've been reading about it, too. So here is one more peak at the bookshelves in this old farmhouse. Though, to be honest, most of these books haven't yet found their place on a shelf. Too new, too needed, they are piled on that one chair in our tiny sunroom or the little bureau I...