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HumaNatural: February 2006
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Musings on the life of a writer, baker, enviro-mom, soapmaker. Sunday, February 05, 2006. I Heart New Jersey. Yes, that really says "heart," not a typo of "hate.". I used to say I hate New Jersey - cliche, I know - but that was before I met Joe. Joe, the New Jersey Turnpike gas station attendant. As an aside, my husband's only request for the weekend (which means "the one thing I will not manage to do") was that I check my oil. Presumably, before I left CT. I made it, and collapsed in bed at midnight but...
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HumaNatural: MEMEMEMEMEMEME!
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Musings on the life of a writer, baker, enviro-mom, soapmaker. Saturday, December 17, 2005. And I, being the proverbially last-chosen for dodge ball kind of kid, am thrilled with this sort of tap. Anyway, check out Mary Louisa's blog. Yes I Do Mind. Because she's pretty. And she meme'd me. Seven things to Do Before I Die:. Learn to dance salsa. Or anything. Really well. Or even passably. Write my triumverate: a novel, a screenplay, and a collection of essays. Travel abroad. Anywhere. I'm easy. Tools of t...
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HumaNatural: November 2005
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Musings on the life of a writer, baker, enviro-mom, soapmaker. Tuesday, November 22, 2005. What Kind of Animal Does a Parsnip Come From? If I were single, I'd just forego all the decisions and be a vegetarian, which is probably how I ended up there in the first place. But my husband is a carnivore. To wit, his commentary after viewing our first installment of this year's all-produce CSA:. Oh yeah. I remember the CSA from last year. I didn't shit solid all summer.". Me: Hey. Would you grow me a turkey?
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HumaNatural: December 2005
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Musings on the life of a writer, baker, enviro-mom, soapmaker. Saturday, December 17, 2005. And I, being the proverbially last-chosen for dodge ball kind of kid, am thrilled with this sort of tap. Anyway, check out Mary Louisa's blog. Yes I Do Mind. Because she's pretty. And she meme'd me. Seven things to Do Before I Die:. Learn to dance salsa. Or anything. Really well. Or even passably. Write my triumverate: a novel, a screenplay, and a collection of essays. Travel abroad. Anywhere. I'm easy. Tools of t...
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HumaNatural: June 2005
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Musings on the life of a writer, baker, enviro-mom, soapmaker. Monday, June 27, 2005. Off to the Races. My husband now owns a race car. As will not surprise anyone who knows him personally, it is cobbled together out of several other, lesser, cars into a single frankensteinian contraption sporting four cylinders and an internal combustion engine. I think. It is a Mustang, 92? Oh, bless you lovely speedway woman. We got to the speedbowl in time to park about a mile away and then haggle with younger daught...
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HumaNatural: July 2006
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Musings on the life of a writer, baker, enviro-mom, soapmaker. Monday, July 17, 2006. Military wives know better than to plant perennials. But I went ahead and did it anyway. When it comes to food plants, there's only so far annuals will get you. Strawberries, for instance, and asparagus, and rhubarb, and tree fruits and nuts and cane fruits and Jerusalem artichokes all take a year or two or ten to bear. But I love them, so I planted them anyway, even though I had to real right to. But I hope this, anyway.
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HumaNatural: June 2006
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Musings on the life of a writer, baker, enviro-mom, soapmaker. Thursday, June 22, 2006. I Really Am Old Enough to Be Your Mother. I was hit-on last night. While watching my husband race at the Speedbowl. By a boy. Now, I don't mean "boy" in the cute way that women sometimes use to mean "non-threatening and attractive young-ish man." I mean a BOY. Fortunately for me, it was not my husband. He was stopped on the opposite straightaway, where a group of reprobate 8 year olds taunted him through the fence.
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HumaNatural: May 2005
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Musings on the life of a writer, baker, enviro-mom, soapmaker. Tuesday, May 31, 2005. Revenge of the Mint-Killer. The incident with the mint should have taught me a thing or two about my father. Namely, if he offers you some spare plants for your garden, you may want to consider planting them directly in the ditch lest they take over every inch of cultivated ground you have. And don't piss him off, or he'll douse you in gasoline. I said. Why not? Daylilies are beautiful and carefree and even edible.
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HumaNatural: March 2005
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Musings on the life of a writer, baker, enviro-mom, soapmaker. Tuesday, March 15, 2005. To Engineer is Human. I have often joked that I should write a book called. When Smart Men Say Stupid Things. Being the daughter, sister, wife, and best friend of various engineers, I have nearly an honorary doctorate in the field. The book could be my dissertation. My husband has contributed more than he knows to its formation, with questions like:. Do I have time to change clothes? Or analyses such as:. It's hard to...
