By Eve Goldstein Last year, at the age of 54, I decided to put up my first Christmas tree. That may seem odd to you but I wasn’t raised...

Stately, evergreen and a vigorous climber, English Ivy vines have been making “green walls” long before it became a thing. You’ve...

I’ve always loved mowing. There’s just something deeply satisfying to see all those little grass blades trimmed at the same height. (If...

To blog or not to blog? To plant or not to plant? Questions that used to seem simple to me, have taken on more weight in this time of...

It was like packing a Christmas box and stuffing it full of all the goodies you know the person would love, only we were filling waxed...

I lost her. It’s not all that uncommon these days for me to misplace things, but my grandmother in her grave?! My suspicious hairs got...

I grew up Catholic – the American suburban variety where we went to church on Sundays – sometimes - said grace before dinner and loved to...

What if there was one more present you forget to unwrap? Just a small package that got kicked under the couch. As you get the last...

Lilies bloomed that morning - fragrant and fantastic. Raspberries were glistening in the sun. Mid-summer bounty was bursting forth. The...

The moon calls to me. It is full. It is close. I try to rollover, but this particular night I am sleeping in the van and the full moon is...