When I was twelve I made a pair of mirrored wood sconces in shop class. My teacher was a massive figure who looked like Mr. T’s older brother and had only one speed: deliberate. I imagine if you cut your…
When I was twelve I made a pair of mirrored wood sconces in shop class. My teacher was a massive figure who looked like Mr. T’s older brother and had only one speed: deliberate. I imagine if you cut your…
Baby Harbat is feeling better. Now she’s back up to shenanigans like wagging her finger at various things (parents, pieces of bread, dolls) and saying, “No no no!” Because she is such a gifted and advanced child, she is already…