For anyone looking ahead to giving the fathers in their lives a little something special on Father’s Day this year, here are a few ideas for the sweet, silly, sensitive, caring, compassionate, and crafty fathers in…
In Brooklyn, a stoop is not just a noun, but also a verb. To “stoop” something is colloquially understood to mean the act of setting something out on a stoop, or sidewalk, with the…
For the past three years, I’ve resisted buying new t-shirts. I love t-shirts. In fact, there’s not really a clothing item that I love more than a classic cotton t-shirt. I like the comfort…
It’s one thing to plan for simplicity, it’s another to achieve it. Kind of. I’m increasingly convinced that while there are things beyond my —or anyone’s—control, that there’s something to be said for adapting…
At the time of writing my fingernails are yellowed from the turmeric I used to dye cotton ribbons for my very-nearly-five-year-old’s birthday party. If it sounds like the stuff of an over-achieving do-gooder on…
We’ve officially entered the season when I try to spend as many hours as humanly possible in the great outdoors. And since I live in a city, that means lingering on the streets, the…
Things have gotten a little rough and wild in this windowsill garden. The sprouts have gotten taller (and floppier). And we’ve had more confirmed casualties. RIP purple basil. There are still two last intrepid…
Forgive me my public garden journal, but here’s an update for anyone interested in how the growing’s going in my very tiny garden plot. Good news first: We have sprouts. Lots of them. On…
On my mind lately, hosting a dinner party for my friends in our tiny apartment without needing to also account for snoozing kids on the other side of a closed door (to say nothing…
Our microgreens experiment has only just begun. Freshly sown on their windowsill home, I don’t have anything in the way of sexy shoots to show you. My experience with growing these shoots at home…