Last year, we built a privacy fence at Leslie’s old house (at the time a rental property) to keep the neighbors’ brood of urban chickens at bay. On a deadline, but hoping to avoid mid-July heat and humidity, we picked a late-August weekend. It was 105º. This year, we built a privacy fence at our house. […]
“We’re going to keep things simple,” said the reasonable bride and groom. Reality, however, is complicated. Add the word “wedding” or “bridal” to anything you’re trying to sell, and you can up the price at least 10%. Do it yourself, and that’s money in the bank. Right? Right. We should have known we had our […]
RETROSPECTIVE: This kitchen remodel preceded Hammer & Moxie, so we don’t have comprehensive, quality photos of the step-by-step process. We’ve attempted to recount the experience in as much detail as possible, but we’re relying on fuzzy memories and fuzzier cell phone photos. Though this isn’t intended to be a tutorial, please feel free to ask how-to questions in […]
How it went down By Peter I’ve known Leslie for a long time. She has always wanted me. Actually, she doesn’t even remember the first time we met. We were in college at the University of Missouri, at a meeting for a missions trip to Jamaica. We were asked to partner up for a game […]
RETROSPECTIVE: This kitchen remodel preceded Hammer & Moxie, so we don’t have comprehensive, quality photos of the step-by-step process. We’ve attempted to recount the experience in as much detail as possible, but we’re relying on fuzzy memories and fuzzier cell phone photos. Though this isn’t intended to be a tutorial, please feel free to ask how-to questions in […]
RETROSPECTIVE: This kitchen remodel preceded Hammer & Moxie, so we don’t have comprehensive, quality photos of the step-by-step process. We’ve attempted to recount the experience in as much detail as possible, but we’re relying on fuzzy memories and fuzzier cell phone photos. Though this isn’t intended to be a tutorial, please feel free to ask how-to questions in […]
Sometime in the late 80s: One summer, three of my friends and I set out to build a fort in the woods. It was to be two stories tall, complete with a “No Boys Allowed” sign, a guard dog, and cable TV. We pitched the plan to our parents and asked them to supply the […]
The year is 1993. It’s Saturday morning. Bowl of Fruit Loops in my lap, it’s time for Eek the Cat. Grown-ups had their way all week. Homework, chores. But this is my time. Except it’s not. Though everybody knows SATURDAY MORNINGS ARE FOR CARTOONS, my dad thinks Saturdays are for This Old House. And New Yankee Workshop. Eek’s fuzzy face […]
