You think you’re ready for the Big Questions when you’re a parent, but you aren’t. Toddler Harbat hasn’t yet begun to ask those questions that will make me pause, blush, and tell her to go ask Mamma. But at least…
You think you’re ready for the Big Questions when you’re a parent, but you aren’t. Toddler Harbat hasn’t yet begun to ask those questions that will make me pause, blush, and tell her to go ask Mamma. But at least…
Toddler Harbat has been growing up in our kitchen. She took her first steps there, and quickly learned where the bread was sliced. I’ve always tried to include her in food preparation, and her recent Christmas present shows where her…
Hello readers! 2010 was a great year for the Handmade Blog. My readers came from all over the world, coloring my visitor stats with flags as familiar as the red, white, and blue bars of the U.K. and as foreign…
Toddler Harbat is confused. When I suggest we take her tricycle out, she probably envisions sitting in a recliner while the scenery blurs past, preferably with a chocolate milk in one hand and a pony with long Technicolor hair riding…
There’s nothing like family traditions to remind you it’s holiday time. When I was growing up our family would make Christmas bread each December, locating a floury notecard with the recipe my grandmother jotted down in slanting cursive. Every year…