What can you dredge up through the neural soup of your mind and qualify as your earliest memory? Mine comes from a time when I was three or four, and it’s of our housekeeper extinguishing a lit match in her…
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Kale Monster
It has happened again. With the best intentions, my wife has planted some kale in our garden. Sure, it’ll provide some leafy green now and again. You might think of the neat bundle of kale you find in the produce…
It’s a Question of Scale
Almost two years after visiting the Quail Botanical Gardens with little Child Harbat, we went back with bigger Child Harbat and The Boy, AKA Number Two. The gardens are just as delightful and the now with one child slightly larger…
Why I Love Downtown Airports
Some people, my wife among them, hate airports, airplanes, and all the recycled-air and bustle of people hassle of air travel. I’m from an rare breed that loves airports, the smell of unburned kerosene, the rush of jet engines, the…
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An Ode to My Daughter’s Hair, Pt. 6
Each one of these Odes involves a fair amount of research, reminding me how long I’ve been doing this. What part am I on again? Have I really written about this five times already? Ahh, but this isn’t about the…
Chai Update 2
Chalk one up for the marvel of the market system. Five minutes after my last post I’d found a mug that looked like it would fit the bill. One hour later I walked to a Starbucks two blocks from my…
Chai Update
I’m about halfway there. I put together a new spice mixture, packed it in a baby food jar for work, and brought in the blank teabags to make myself some chai. I funneled in a teaspoon and a half of…
Making Your Own Chai
What is it about spices that keeps me intrigued? It brings out the kid in me, opening up little jars with exotic powders, shaking in a bit here, a sprinkle there. Playing with spices is getting to experiment with a…
The Importance of Washing Hands
It’s cold and flu season, a phrase that chills me as much as the ‘Back To School!’ banners happily strung up in stores in mid-July. One of the many admonishments from health officials is to always wash our hands. I’m…
Oh No, Not Again
You’d think I would’ve learned my lesson. You’d be wrong. This weekend on a beautiful sunny day I brought Number Two out into the yard for some afternoon frivolity and nature communion. I smiled as I saw some birds wriggling…
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