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.
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An Ode to My Daughter’s Hair, Continued
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…
My Cup Runneth Over
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…
The County Fair
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 Treehugger
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…
Handmade Plumbing
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…
Celebrating our Flag
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…
Life
It died where it lived, among the blossoms and leaves of our garden. It’s a thrill to be so close to such a small delicate thing that normally speeds around the garden in a blur, faster than our human…
Holey Holes
Sometime in the distant past I proclaimed I’d finally mastered the no-knead ciabatta recipe. Wrong! Whatever my stupid self in the past thought, I didn’t have it down. Each loaf of ciabatta came out like pita bread, with the air…
Simple Toys are Best
I’m such a rube. I keep thinking children enjoy toys, but they don’t really. They like simple things than can act as springboards for their imagination. I was the same way as a kid. In fact, I’m the same way…
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