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…
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…
CHAPTER 10 Late May, 1939 Hannu stepped out the front door into the cool night air, spring dusk growing longer with each step towards summer. The distant sun still left some warmth in the air. Eero’s voice droned…
They go together like bread and…butter. You’ll see. Picture 1213 Let’s start with a loaf of Scottish oat bread. Simple brown bread, but is it? I can teach Toddler Harbat how to mix the ingredients, the order of rising, forming,…
Small_Islands_1280 x 1024 This is my desktop background. I don’t know where it is but I can hear water lapping up against those coral outcrops, can feel the fibrous vines in my hands as I struggle to climb up, can…
I finally finished Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. I’ll start by saying I had high hopes for the book. For an entire year she and her family committed to local sustainable food, most of it grown and harvested themselves. Now…