Rebecca Rule

A boy and his father went fishing early one sunny morning. From shore, they cast their lines and let them drift in the water. After a while the boy lay back among the grasses, felt the sun on his face, and fell asleep.

A petitioned warrant article to ban nuclear weapons in a small New Hampshire town came up for a vote at town meeting.

In the woods I found an egg, abandoned by feral guinea fowl. “Hatch me,” the egg said. I showed my grown-up daughter, who lives over the garage. She googled incubation. If we’re…

Rebecca Rule discusses the terrors that lurk around every corner at Haunted Overload in Lee.

The old cliché goes that laughter is the best medicine, so here’s a good dose of it.

New Hampshire's own Rebecca Rule talks about the Cog's 150th anniversary.

November is the official beginning of pie season, which never actually ends.

Choose wisely or you might get a moose that poops jelly beans.

Every new season has its pleasures and its risks.