Let’s clear the air about my use of the word “vintage” before we begin. I am not curating a collection of retro toys, I’m not a compulsive hoarder with a sweat-slicked forehead making sure all my old toys are in their ORIGINAL…
Yearly Archives: 2013
Slice of the Holidays
If you’ve ever made bread you can certainly manage this holiday bread recipe. If you haven’t made bread before, this bread comes with a long family tradition of baking failures, from doughy, uncooked interiors and burned crusts to unanticipated rising…
The Sun Sets on the Year
By this time, unless you’re a horrible Grinch or slacker, you have some lights up, some decorations spattered on the door, and pine needles ground into your carpet. Maybe the cloying smell of paperwhites is filling a closet, or mulling…
Spinning Into Oblivion
Getting older is riding the gyre of a whirlpool. In your youth, at the far edges, motion and time are almost imperceptible. In your 20s the far edge is distant and there’s still sun over the horizon. Then as you…
Posted in Uncategorized, Writing
Holy Smokes I Wrote a Book!
Ha ha, if you didn’t already feel the cloying desperation of self-promotion from the intro page or the writing page then perhaps another splash of the book cover will catch you: I put this in because I just heard, through the…
Posted in Writing Tagged with: adventure, book, border to border, land rover, off-road, travel, writing
How to Have a Tea Party
Let’s get this straight: a tea party is serious business. Guests have to be prepared and arranged at the table in order of genus, species, size, and importance. And an ability to sit up on their own without tipping over…
Bring Your Child to Work
You may think it’s a distraction to have your child at work. The bosses will think it hurts the bottom line, that the corporate structure is unable to compute for non-productive workers under four feet tall. The accountants will frown…
Picky Eaters
We are coming up on the biggest eating event of the year and if you have young kids, it’s possible your teeth are already pre-gritted. Pick eating: the bane of a foodie parent’s life. I don’t know why I get…
Like Sister, Like Brother
Last night Child Harbat decided to do a section cut drawing of a vet’s office, with a view into each room where a different animal was being treated. I loved that she had a specific architectural view in mind. Not…
Number Two is Two
My son is two years old or, in the jaw-clenching vernacular of uber-parents, he’s twenty-four months old. Before having kids I vowed only to count a child’s age in months until they were old enough to count it in years. …
