Build stuff. I don’t remember how old I was when my dad first started teaching me how to build stuff. …
A Solemn Vow, in Front of Witnesses
I was given some cash for Christmas, and with it I bought my heart’s desire (or at least one of…
The Consolations of Winter
We have woken up to snow three mornings in a row, and the ground is frozen solid. But there are…
Sleepless in Suburbia
I don’t sleep well anymore. It could be the child, or the age, or the lack of exercise, but whatever mix…
Rome wasn’t built in a day…
…but I’m not that ambitious. I like things that can be built in a day, or an hour and a…
My Child Laborer
Noah loves raspberries, and so it seems only fair that he help me plant our newly arrived brambles. We planted…
Of Roses and Buttercream
I still think of November as a barren time, a month of jackets and the hiss of dry leaves skittering across…
Houseplant Redemption
My mom used to send underperforming houseplants to the cellar to die. Occasionally one came back from that purgatory, but…
Eating Cardoons
There was frost last night, and so the time had come for the cardoons to come down. After their…
Fall Planting
One head of garlic, from One Straw Farm in Baltimore, via my CSA at Gorman Farm, to turn into eight…