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Friday, September 13, 2013

A Helping Hand

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The relationship between Cubby and Charlie is . . . uneven. Sometimes Cubby loves Charlie and croons about how cute he is and gives him kiss...
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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Here He Goes Again on His Own*

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Although "again" isn't really accurate, since Cubby has NEVER been on his own. He has never once in his three and a half years...
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Monday, September 9, 2013

The Summer of the Cucurbit

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The tomatoes are on their way out. They have late-season blight. And thanks to all the rain we got early on, they didn't even set their ...
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Friday, September 6, 2013

Fodder for Memoirs

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A. and I joke a lot that we provide a lot of fodder for our children's memoirs. You know the kind of memoirs written especially by sons?...
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Tuesday, September 3, 2013

The Making of Ice Cream

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Perhaps surprisingly for those who know us and the extent to which food and its procurement dominate our life, we had never made our own ic...
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Monday, September 2, 2013

The Lying Clock

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When Charlie woke me up in the dark of the morning this morning, I automatically looked at the clock. It was blinking, indicating a power ou...
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Thursday, August 29, 2013

Bowing to the Inevitable

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Almost invariably, anyone who observes Cubby and Charlie in their natural element--that is, at Blackrock--makes some remark along the lines ...
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My name is Kristin. I live with my husband, three sons, and one daughter in a remote county of New Mexico. We have a big garden, two dogs, a horse and a Welsh pony, about a dozen anonymous chickens, and a small flock of unnamed sheep. Once upon a time I was going country. Now I'm gone.
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