cloth diaper diary: testing the babykicks

Once upon a beautiful, warm May day… The only beautiful, warm May day.  I had been looking forward to more baby-runs-around-in-just-her-mega-cute-diapers-and-a-hat-outside days this spring.  Instead it rains and rains, is cold and colder, and we still have to light the damn wood stove.  But you take what you can get. We’ve gotten rain, and we’ve […]

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fire in the bones

So much of life is tidal that it is no wonder that inspiration operates on the same cycle.  And yet when the tide is out, I’m damning the water, and when it’s in, I’m floundering and flopping for the time to put thoughts in places where they will keep before the water slips back out […]

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a life in the day

Repetition becomes habit becomes tapestry.  I remember a life without Pickles in the vague sort of way that one remembers a dream.  It is vivid at first, weird, meaningful, maybe even interesting, but slowly fades into obscurity.  Must not have been that interesting after all. Definition Morgenmuffel: Not a morning person.  Definition Morgenmuffel: Baby Pickles.  […]

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bike hulk says: baby bike trailers win all the awards

Sometimes I forget how great being on a bike can make you feel.  How exhilarating it can be.  Like, for example, when you don’t ride a bike for two years because you’re pregnant (and then too nauseous and then too spacey and then too enormous and keep kneeing yourself in the belly when you try […]

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click clack gorilla on tiny yellow house tv

Oo la la!  A video that we filmed almost three years ago about my Wagen and renovating it and how I dumpster dived the hell out of the building supply store.  Deek of the blog relaxshacks and the book Humble Homes, Simple Shacks turned that footage (with help from some other excellent folks whose names […]

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while we’re looking at old photos…a little tiny house nostalgia

The very first tiny house I ever inhabited. All thanks to encouragement from a friend at just the right moment.  Here you can read about how I decided to move into this adorable blue shoe.  Oh, and if you’re wondering what the hell a Wagenplatz is, I explain it in detail here and here.  (Hint: […]

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my first tiny house

Reconstruction Lenape Hamlet, Waterloo, NJ, the eighties. My Dad is an archeologist, so as a kid I spent a lot of time doing things like this. Family legend has it that I won a prize at this particular event for eating more than my weight in roast buffalo. Anybody ever built one of these?

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swoon: cory doctorow and little brother

You can’t get anything done by doing nothing.  It’s our country.  They’ve taken it from us.  The terrorists who attack us are still free—but we’re not.  I can’t go underground for a year, ten years, my whole life, waiting for freedom to be handed to me.  Freedom is something you have to take for yourself. […]

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all hail the yellow orb

Why is self sufficiency so attractive?  Why do kids love books about survival?  Hell, why do adults love books about survival?  My theory is this: power.  It is incredibly empowering to know that you can provide for yourself, that, left to your own devices, you will overcome, nary a supermarket or paycheck in sight.  Our […]

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