Last week I was given a gift, something simple yet very luxurious: a pen. It’s not a chew-on-the-cap plastic straw Bic, I’m talking a real pen. A Cross pen. This is the first real pen I’ve owned and it has…
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Charleston, South Carolina
It’s good to be a city near the water. You attract all sorts of types: pirates, traders, genteel folk. For over three hundred years Charleston has been an outpost of sorts, a classy and beautiful peninsula set in, well, godforsaken…
Flying With Toddlers: The Great Quandary
The last time we crossed the continent by air, Toddler Harbat was transitioning from baby to toddler. Better to take a direct flight, we thought. Better to get it over with in one go so she could sleep, maybe wander…
Back and At’Em
Handmade Blog is back! I had planned on putting up many more clues, pictures, and clever and heartwarming posts but a vacation is a vacation, after all. Here’s one more clue to the location: It is very humid, very hot,…
Handmade Abroad
This week Handmade Blog is away from home base, but here are a few clues for you to guess where. Here’s the first one: This is a normal inhabitant of these parts. I think it eats birds and small children.…
Fixing Up/Falling Apart
I went to the dentist this morning and oh how things have changed since I last went. They now have TV screens at the foot of the chair, and another mounted in the ceiling. Besides the usual cleaning, x-rays, bite-down-this,…
Irish Soda Bread
There’s something new in the bread section: Irish soda bread. My ancestry is from Scotland but I’m willing to concede that some good things have come out of the Emerald Isle, and soda bread is one of them. I love…
Let It Go
Sometimes you need advice from a more experienced parent. This weekend my stepmother was staying with us, and she’s experienced mother of two boys and long-time journalist on family issues, among other talents. So when she gave me some parental…
Aaaaand…We’re Back
Darn this working for a living stuff, it always seem to get in the way of things like blogging, seeing what new creations have been made in Top Chef, and wriggling into the crawlspace to inspect leaky pipes. Wait, what…
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I Have Lost the Battle of Wills
At some point in my hazy future I imagine going running with my daughter, creaking knees and tendony legs revealing to me the simple truth that I’ve been eclipsed by my progeny. Never did I imagine that at the tender…
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