This Thanksgiving, as a new resident of the tri-communities, I am thankful for many things in my life. As a Mexican-American woman who grew up in California’s Central Valley, where industrial-scale fields of almond trees, rows of grape vines, and la ...
My long-awaited favorite season seems to be over in the blink of an eye. Leaves and temperatures fall at a quick pace that leaves me struggling to get my firewood in order, stacking it by my little straw bale cabin in an increasingly Jenga-like appe ...
In permaculture, the edge between different habitats is where the most change and diversity happens. And SubHub being on the edge of a new neighborhood in the village certainly fits that description. Liz here, bringing you news about our SubHub buil ...
Well, the sun is licking DR dry like an over-eager puppy, and the village population is trying to capture as much heat as possible before winter. It seems like these days some of us are embodying squirrels rather than rabbits with borrowing, nesting ...
Should I do something with the basil that is going to seed or should I try to get some time on the paddle board before it gets too cold? Should I spend time getting the kids to do more math or should I try to deal with that ragweed that has been ...
As I sat in the bed of a truck, holding buckets of flowers steady with my legs, a dog-day cicada buzzed out of a clump of goldenrod. A noisy little mosaic of black and green, the cicada climbed onto my finger and perched contentedly. As I watched it ...
What does it mean for me to live at Dancing Rabbit? What is keeping me here? Where else could I be? What is it about this place that keeps me moving through the excitement, frustration, inspiration, chaos, and challenges that Dancing Rabbit offers? ...
I went to pick up my U-Haul for the drive from Ohio to Missouri with my heart in my throat. I had lived within an hour radius of nearly all my family and friends for all my life, and, at the sight of the ubiquitous white and orange truck, the realit ...
