I love talking with Child Harbat to find out what animal she is. You see, it changes by the minute. Just when I ask her if “little kitty can come get her shoes on” she responds in a stern voice,…
I love talking with Child Harbat to find out what animal she is. You see, it changes by the minute. Just when I ask her if “little kitty can come get her shoes on” she responds in a stern voice,…
I’ve never talked about my work on this blog, for many reasons. But sometimes I do something and realize it might be the most handmade thing I’ve done. Here’s a tangle of steel that truly means something to me. My…
Child Harbat has always been a patriotic little tyke. From Flag Day to her first 4th celebration, she loves the Stars and Stripes, often shrieking out from her carseat, “’Merican flag! I SEE ONE!” Here she is ready for the…
Sometimes a handmade solution isn’t pretty. Sometimes it’s dangerous. Check out this beauty I found on the car parked next to me this morning.
We’ve been waiting for this moment, hoping that our daughter’s hair would finally get long enough. Like Fukushima nuclear technicians, we’ve watched Child Harbat’s ever-expanding hair in the hopes of some possibility for containment. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m pleased to…
Father’s Day is, for me, a time to spend with family, doing what you do: fathering. On Sunday my wife took Child Harbat and I out to brunch, then we walked on the beach, the water turquoise and the skies…
Let’s talk about the fair. You expect blue-ribbon pigs, creaky carousels and swings for the kids, and cotton candy. Our county fair has upgraded, and not necessarily in good ways. You want fried food? Prepare your stomach for this: What…
The longer you parent the more you learn that simple things are best: carousels, crayons, mud, and trees. The camphor tree in our front yard has a swing hanging from one limb, a sublime scatter of shade, and an entire…
The spirit of this blog is the joy you can get from creating something with your own two hands. Whether it’s food, crafts, art, or something more mundane, like the plumbing between the pool pump and pool heater. Last week…
Something about small-town life has me enchanted. Even though our small town is slowly being surrounded by the unincorporated areas of San Diego, like an island with rising waters lapping at the flood walls, our cozy town keeps its yesteryear…