The ECHO | Stories

Dick doesn't believe in New Year's resolutions and neither do I. They never worked, I think, because they were not affirming in any way.

While suitcase rubble has a certain charm to it – it has a way of cropping up outside of suitcases, and indeed, all over the house.

In Sweden, there is a cleaning and decluttering concept called “döstädning”. Translated, this means…gulp…here we go…death cleaning.

Clutter gives me anxiety and mental hives. It makes me itch. Picking up my children’s toys is my least favorite activity.

Christmas Day in the morning is like any other day in the barn. The horses are hungry. Our two dogs’ collars jangle in the dark.

I felt that perhaps there are some folks out there who like me, keep wondering about things that the internet can answer.

The difficulty for many of us, I believe, is that WE DON’T KNOW HOW TO GET RID OF OUR STUFF, and a lot of folks don’t want it!

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.