Head on over to the Winter War draft in the writing tab to see what’s happening with the Hakkinen family in Finland. If you haven’t been following along, I’m posting, in serial form, a historical novel I’ve written set during…
Head on over to the Winter War draft in the writing tab to see what’s happening with the Hakkinen family in Finland. If you haven’t been following along, I’m posting, in serial form, a historical novel I’ve written set during…
If you mosey over to the writing page you’ll see I’ve put up all the most recent chapters of the Winter War draft, as well as a new piece titled Der Keller (The Cellar). That one is short so it’s…
Here is one of the great things about living in California: wine. Lots of it. So much that when you go looking for a half barrel planter at your local hardware store, it’s a true half barrel. This one came…
I like to think I can do the basic things in life. Brushing teeth, buttoning a shirt, and tying shoes. Since I bought Salomon running shoes I’ve been rethinking that last one. Last fall one of the SpeedLaces®* on my…
That’s today’s date…five, ten, oh never mind. We took Toddler Harbat to the beach this weekend. She’s been before and we couldn’t keep her out of the water. This time we were prepared, and had her dressed up in her…
CHAPTER 13 Eero groaned as he settled into bed, pulling up the down blanket and resting his hands on his chest. He always did this when he had something grinding in his brain, a rock stuck in the plough blades. …
It’s genius, really. I should’ve known that toddlers are like border collies—without a task they are aimless and grumpy. Last night I picked up Toddler Harbat from school and learned that she hadn’t taken a nap. Uh oh. This usually…
Please come in, grab a slice of freshly-baked bread, and prop your feet up on the table. My new blog is still in progress but I want to welcome you all. If you’ve found your way over from the Vox…
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. …
It is upon us, the dark time. Biting, kicking, screaming, hair-pulling, willful disobedience. Our beautiful little daughter can transform, with no warning, into a wild animal. Ten seconds later she’s back to normal. Believe me, this see-sawing from cuteness to…