We aren't after the Emily Post, finishing school effect. We are after cultivating a heart of graciousness and hospitality in our children.
The season for thanks is here, and what a wonderful time it can be. Truly, I can't say that autumn is my favorite time of year.
In the end, the most important ingredient in making lefse has always been the family and friendships that brighten this season.
We enjoy harvesting wild game from the mountainous Alaskan terrain, and our successful hunts are the foundation for many family recipes.
My husband and I have cast our lot squarely in the "stay" camp. Our retirement includes a small ranch and animals.
I’m a baby boomer and part-time snowbird. But I only go “outside” for 3 months at a stretch. Winter is and will forever be, in my bones.
I’m quite sure everyone has had their share of embarrassing moments. But most folks are wisely reticent about divulging such experiences.
My sadness in losing this year's hunt is not limited to filling my freezer. There is a spiritual aspect to the hunt as well.
The act is one of success in that they were contemplating suicide but instead made the journey to Gold Star Peak and left their bullet behind.
We asked our friend, 92-year-old Dick Griffith, who was once a sheepherder in Wyoming, how to train these dogs.