Living

Column: A Lifetime of Looking for Home

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When I was a small child home was simply the house in which I lived. My parents and siblings were there, it held comfortable and familiar material belongings, and most rules and expectations were clearly defined. I was fed and cared for and most of my needs were provided for. I really did not think about how to define home because I did not know anything else. For a time, I just accepted that the environment my parents provided was what home was supposed to be. There is no clear point that I can remember when that began to change but change it did.

Living

Column: Building Connections at Bear Path Cottage

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“Creating a homestead from scratch is a long, slow process, especially for someone with very little practical experience as a gardener, zero experience with livestock and water management, and limited financial resources. At least it has been for me.”

Living

Column: Living with the Locals

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Luke Babb writes about their experiences with those entities some call “the good neighbors,” some “the fair folk,” and some by dozens of other names – not all of which may refer to the same class of being.