Let’s Make HAM Radio Sexy Again (Or at Least Slightly Less Dusty) Once upon a grid failure, when the internet had ghosted us harder than a bad Tinder date and cell towers were as silent as a teenager asked to Read more…
From flush to fertilizer—why your morning pee might just be the secret sauce your tomatoes have been begging for. Picture this: It’s dawn. The birds are chirping, your morning beverage is brewing, and you stumble bleary-eyed into the bathroom. As Read more…
Waterproof Your Willpower: Prepping When You’re Just Not Feeling It(Because even the most hardened prepper sometimes needs a nap and a cookie.) Let’s just be honest for a second: there are days when the thought of organizing my pantry feels Read more…
No-Till Gardening: Because Sometimes Your Soil Just Wants a Nap…and that’s OK, Steve. Before we dig in (yes, the puns are staying), let me be clear: I’m not suggesting that if you’re not doing no-till, you’re gardening wrong. Far from Read more…
From the moment I took that first fizzy swig—okay, more like a reluctant swish—of diluted hydrogen peroxide for these mouth sores that showed up uninvited like distant cousins at a family reunion, I remembered just how many times this humble Read more…
Honoring the past by being ready for the future. Every Memorial Day, we pause. We wave our flags, we bow our heads, and we dig out that one star-spangled shirt that somehow only gets worn between May and July. But Read more…
Let’s be honest: silence in a household is usually only achieved when everyone’s asleep… or hiding from chores. But in a grid-down scenario, learning to manage noise isn’t just about peace and quiet—it’s about awareness, courtesy, and not sounding like Read more…
Let me start by saying: I didn’t mean to break up with my fridge. It just…happened. One minute I’m standing in front of it, trying to remember why I opened the door (probably cheese), and the next I’m staring into Read more…
They say money makes the world go ‘round, but I’d argue it’s actually duct tape, bungee cords, and that one guy named Steve who somehow knows how to repair a composting toilet with a butter knife and a half-chewed pencil. Read more…
I once watched my grandma wrestle a chicken into Sunday dinner without breaking a sweat or a nail. She wore an apron like a superhero cape, wielded cast iron like a medieval weapon, and had a sixth sense for when Read more…