When I was ten I shaved my legs for the first time. In defiance of the arbitrary mandate from my mother that I was not to do so until the eighth grade, I borrowed…
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The stone fruits have returned to the farmers’ market, thank goodness. I’m celebrating every scrap of normalcy I’m able to find these days, including sweaty July walks home from the market carrying my weight…
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Our indoor reality right now includes a lot of keeping small humans from mauling each other, making and cleaning up meals at an astonishing rate, and trying to find a quiet corner in 500…
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As a child, my grandfather lived above an undertaker’s shop on West 25th Street. The building, like my grandfather, is no longer with us, but my uncle sent a photograph of it this week,…
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I made an indoor basketball hoop. File that under Things I didn’t Think I’d Be Doing This Spring. I wasn’t sure I’d write about it because it’s cobbled together from things we had at…
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This post is sponsored by Esembly, a diapering system for sustainability. We’re two months into diapering our third baby in cloth and I’ve never been more glad to proselytize. If you haven’t yet converted…
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Last week, as I tend to do regularly and especially anytime I’m feeling stressed, I spent some time rearranging our linen closet. This time, instead of only folding pillowcases into neat rectangles, I also…
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I know it’s the season to talk about gifts and buying them, and I’ve got plenty of thoughts on the subject forthcoming, but as I’m roundly (heh) in the need-to-pee-with-great-urgency-every-hour and wow-that-was-quite-a-sensation stage of…
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By now, you know how I feel about labels. When made by someone else, that sucker’s most likely getting ripped off the minute after it comes in our house. But even when made by…
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My living room, which is to say, the entirety of my apartment, is a mess of loveseat innards. There are rolls of burlap and wool batting on the bed. There are the raggedy remains…