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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1. these dead daffs. {for still being pretty.} 2. this kid. {just doing kindergarten stuff at home in a very favorite new dress.} 3. this basketball hoop. {and figuring out how to make it…
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I like things that come in neat little packages. This is not news. If there’s something that can be tidied, or corralled, or made just a little bit nicer to look at—I’ll find a…
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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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We’re staying home, we’re staying masked, we’re staying far away from everyone we know (and also everyone we don’t) as we do our part to flatten the curve and slow the spread of the…
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1. this peanut butter and jelly. {and very easy lunches.} 2. this bandana. {and the rest of the stash.} 3. this rope-covered handle. {for being moderately quieter each time it crashes to the ground.}…
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In the battle against dust, we’re losing. It’s everywhere in our apartment lately—rolling around under furniture, congregating in corners, settling onto the tops of picture frames and dresser tops and baseboards. You might imagine…
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The first time that I walked outside of our apartment after spending nearly three weeks inside, it was after dark. The moon was full, which I didn’t know until I’d marveled at the white…
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I made a mobile for Calder over the weekend. She’s two months old now and despite sharing a name with a sculptor famous for his large, spinning works of art, she didn’t have even…