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Ammi Midstokke: Tenant troubles for backwoods landlords

I am not sure if there is ever a particularly pleasant place in which to encounter a nest of wasps, but I am sure that doing so while dangling from …


Ammi Midstokke: Midlife crisis for backwoods girls

I don’t need a fast car. Fast cars are low to the ground and red and wouldn’t make it past the first gravel pitch of my driveway on a good …


Ammi Midstokke: Mother Nature has its own plans for my garden

This spring, my garden is going to be done


Ammi Midstokke: The story of a boy, a boat, and love at first bite

Kara Berlin was living the aspirational life of any young urbanite.


Ammi Midstokke: If life were an ultramarathon

Fact: While I have now completed an ultramarathon, this does not make me an ultramarathoner. The former suggests I survived. The latter suggests I


Ammi Midstokke: Magic and other desperate means of motivation

I was in Germany and fighting a recurring bout of bronchitis. I knew because I had it earlier that season and I was brilliantly attempting to ignore it and run …


Ammi Midstokke: Relationship therapy with your body

I am a believer of science. Inasmuch, I have accepted that, as a general rule, I know next to nothing about pretty much every topic with few exceptions: nutrition, Bruce …


Ammi Midstokke: Correspondence from the Serengeti

The sun is setting behind a cloud cover of blue hues as the greens and browns of the Serengeti fade to the monochrome of night. When the day loses color, …


Ammi Midstokke: The gentle reminders of Mother Nature

I don’t always like going outside. Outside it is cold and wet. The snow, apparently here to stay this year, is deep and heavy.


Ammi Midstokke: Big things, little things, and perspective

I lost a friend to suicide this week. It was the kind of shocking loss that leaves you confused and asking questions that may never be answered.


Ammi Midstokke: Raising a generation of accidental conservationists

“Are we democrats or republicans?” asked my 10-year-old on our way out to Pinnacles National Park in California. Honestly, I’d rather have


Ammi Midstokke: Russians shower cold, too

Back in the day, I lived in Germany and had a roommate from Estonia. Among teaching me how to make traditional Russian Borscht and other things, she also explained to …


Ammi Midstokke: More things we never recommend you do

Let me preface this week’s adventures with a very hearty do-not-try-this-at-home. Unless you have to. Then ignore the warning.


Ammi Midstokke: The inevitability of extinction

“You’ll want to go on safari,” said my mom, “before those animals are extinct.” The extinction we’re trying to beat is Scott’s. He wants to climb Kilimanjaro before he wins …


Ammi Midstokke: Rad Old People, the only real age-defying pill

Something has changed in our American culture of aging, deeming the process of aging a thing one ought to avoid despite its inevitability. In other cultures, we can still witness …


Ammi Midstokke: The slow goodbyes we never want to say

In a single moment, the fragility and impermanence of the world, not


Ammi Midstokke: 40, and other seasons to try to resist

It seems rather silly to me that we all exclaim with the same shock and wonder each year when the leaves come tumbling down. “Can you believe it’s fall already?”


Ammi Midstokke: An open letter to my beloved readers

From time to time, you charming people, you perusers of periodicals, you informed intellectuals and havers of humor, will reach your own pen to paper and fingers to keyboard, sharing …


Ammi Midstokke: Fetching firewood and other life lessons

I didn’t know it growing up, but some of the most valuable wisdom I would learn would come from chopping wood.


Ammi Midstokke: The brown dog reaches adolescence

The only thing more obnoxious than a parent who thinks their kids are infallible is a dog owner blind to the grievances of their dog. Thank goodness both my child …


Ammi Midstokke: Plan B – Adventure control for the ill-prepared

I woke up to the sound of rain drops hitting my tent. I had left the fly off so I could watch the meteor showers and as I was jolted …


Ammi Midstokke: Training for successful failures

In my line of work, I am consistently reminding people that we don’t fail or succeed. We don’t suddenly arrive at the end game and never crave a Twinkie again.


Ammi Midstokke: Relationshipping in the Great Outdoors

I should warn my readers that the events herein were performed by advanced, expert relationshippers. I know this because I’ve spent a small fortune on therapy over the years and …


Ammi Midstokke: The long (sandy, hilly, sloping) ride home

Some days start out better than they finish. It’s just a reality, such as what goes up must come down. In my case, what goes down must come up.


Ammi Midstokke: Vacation for the perma-campers

As my entire childhood was a long family wilderness vacation, I am not versed in this idea of organizing the mind-boggling logistics it takes to facilitate spending time


Ammi Midstokke: Growing my own food and other lies

I am staring out across my garden plot. It has been yielding incredible crops of golden rod and knapweed for the last few years. This year it is going to …


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Ammi Midstokke: The road less traveled leads to good neighbors

Deep in the Idaho woods, life can unfold like a dystopian adventure – or a Robert Frost poem.


Ammi Midstokke: Boys, girls and the great outdoors

Let me be clear: I do not consider myself a feminist. That being said, the definition seems to cover a spectrum of things from bra burning to equal pay, so …


Ammi Midstokke: Dog parenthood for beginners

I have never had a dog. I seem like a dog sort of person, what with all my outdoorsing and needing Lassie to fetch help. I grew up with dogs …


Ammi Midstokke: Coexisting with nature in your kitchen

There are certain people out there, I am sure, that have a sort of karmic magnet for chaos. They are the people that somehow manage to pile several catastrophes into …