Boys. They just can’t do the safe thing, they’ve got to toe the line, peer over the edge, then ride their bikes along it. I’m trying to water the plants last night and Number Two decides he’s coming out. Fine…he…
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Riding the Edge
Posted in Parenting, Uncategorized Tagged with: bicycle, blog, boys, gruesome crime scene photos, internet, number two, pool, privacy, tricycle
Welcome!
Hey readers, you’ve made it to the new page! I know this is the second time I’ve switched ships. The first time was when Vox developed a slow leak that eventually split the hull sank so I jumped ship to…
Welcome!
Here we are at the start of a new year and the blog needed some freshening up. Floors swept, windows squeegeed, and cobwebs raked down with a rag on a stick. Besides some cosmetic changes (say hello to the Chunk…
Oh Crikey!
Last week my computer bit the dust. Or I should say, byte the dust. It was my work computer, so it’s running Windows XP, the last good thing to come from an increasingly self-destructive operating system. I got a pop-up…
The Blog’s New Direction
With a New Year come resolutions, and I’ve noticed my blog has taken on a life that is much greater than handmade things. I’ve known this moment was coming for a while and the start of a fresh year seems…
What, No Picture?!
Imagine that! A blog post with no accompanying eye candy! Today we look at the written (or more accurately, typeset) word. I’ve said the blog is all about writing practice, and I’m coming up on my 500th post. I’ve noticed…
On Writing
I started this blog with the goal of practice. Sorry, happy readers, but everything you read here is all my rough work. I needed a way to get my writing muscles limber and strong, and there’s no substitute for just…
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Loading, Please Wait
Handmade Blog is going new places. Tomorrow we’ll be rolling out a new feature, one that will bring throngs in the millions, bouquets of roses tossed like confetti, and a constellation of flashbulbs. With that kind of build-up, how could…
A Note to My Readers
I know you are out there, loyal readers. You’re coming from all over the world to watch me botch home improvement projects, struggle with parenting, and try to reach the thousand-loaf mark in my search for the perfect crusty bread. …
