I can’t believe I have to write this again but my daughter has survived another emergency this week. Just two days after her car accident and ride to the hospital, Child Harbat was again in an ambulance after a horrific…
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The Value of EMTs
Remember the car crash from Tuesday? I still do. What does Child Harbat remember from it? She had fun riding in the ambulance. And she got a free teddy bear. With all that fire and rescue personnel have to do…
Crash!
I got the text everyone would hate to get: “Call me. In a car accident near the park.” This was from my wife, yesterday morning as I was in a meeting presenting to a group. Because my wife was texting…
Posted in Events Tagged with: accident, ambulance, car crash, CH, emergency room, Ford Escape, hospital, insurance, number two, USAA
Viral Gastroenteritis
I’m now on my second week of a stomach bug that has waged war in my midsection. Often an illness follows a trajectory like a hurled ball—a quick buildup to a peak followed by a long descent. This stomach bug,…
Posted in Events, Parenting Tagged with: CH, chuck norris, flu, illness, number two, stomach bug, viral gastroenteritis
Getting’ Clippy With It
This is what you end up with when you play “ponies” with your five-year old daughter. I never figured out the rules of this game, but the outcome was fun just for the sake of fun. Everyone should get to…
A Classy Wine Review
Here at Handmade I try to stay upper crust, pinky-lifted, East Hampton marble-mouthed. In that spirit I present the first (and possibly last) wine review. Being poured today is a lovely Trader Joe’s Central Coast Sauvignon Blanc. Upon the first…
Ciabatta Sandwich Bread
I don’t know why I haven’t thought of this earlier: no-knead undead ciabatta dough poured into a loaf pan to make strong and holey sandwich bread. This weekend I was feeling lazy and uninspired to make the same wheat sandwich…
Life of a Boy
These are the things my son does that I love: When I pick him up from preschool he sees me from across the room, lets out a happy yip, and crawls to me at top speed, arms and legs…
New American Art
Every day I walk past an art gallery that has a selection of oil paintings of modern scenes: a city convenience store, a rowhouse, a highway gas station at dusk. It’s that last one that catches my eye every time…
The End of a Leafy Era
I can’t say I’m sad to see it go. The massive kale and collard green plants in our garden have gone to flower and having grown to umbrella size, survived a plague of grey dusty mites, weathered a blazing hot…
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