Summer brings a bounty of food from the garden. Our first year we had so much zucchini I wanted to shoot myself in the face if I had to come up with one more novel way to camouflage it in…
Eyes are the Windows of the Soul
Child Harbat is beginning to take her art seriously. At the ripe old age of 3 ½ she’s finally “applying herself” and “taking things seriously”. By this I mean she’s actually sitting on her rear end to undertake an activity…
Panda and Our Other Animal Friends
I love talking with Child Harbat to find out what animal she is. You see, it changes by the minute. Just when I ask her if “little kitty can come get her shoes on” she responds in a stern voice,…
Handmade Building
I’ve never talked about my work on this blog, for many reasons. But sometimes I do something and realize it might be the most handmade thing I’ve done. Here’s a tangle of steel that truly means something to me. My…
America’s Birthday
Child Harbat has always been a patriotic little tyke. From Flag Day to her first 4th celebration, she loves the Stars and Stripes, often shrieking out from her carseat, “’Merican flag! I SEE ONE!” Here she is ready for the…
There, I Fixed It
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.
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…
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