Hey, look, I took a break from shoveling dirt and whining about the weather to actually build something… This thing is not actually supporting my
Well, well, look what magically appeared in my yard this weekend… By “magically appeared” I mean “were brought into existence by the blood, sweat, and
Over the weekend I received email with what may be the best subject line ever to ever come through my inbox… Makes my little heart
Back in 2004 I started writing about my adventures in fixing up houses on the internet. A lot of things have changed since then, with me, with my houses, and with the internet. These days I am basically a cranky old man trapped in a slightly less old woman’s body. The internet has changed and I am staunchly refusing to change with it. You won’t find any algorithms here, or feeds, or ads, or social media. Just good old-fashioned stories about a woman drinking beer and building shit, and living an unexpected life.
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