DIY for Dummies

For years, DIY meant making little curtains, slip covering a few pillows, slobbering over paint colors. The fun and easy stuff.  Now it’s all about vise grips, power tools, respirators, sanders, and a little screaming and crying. Everybody I talked to said that...

A Recipe for Disaster

A marriage can handle just one hysteric. That would be me. I only make this cake once a year, at Christmas. It’s a major production, for me anyway, because I give it as a gift to friends and I need six or eight of them in a short span of time. This year I...

This Isn’t a Chicken?

The children were hungry, we had stayed too long at the park. This may be California but here in the north when we get a sunny day in the middle of our rainy winter we roll in it like happy pigs. The park is just out my back gate and a short walk down a path in the...

Baby Sitting on an Open String

Jim and I were once again in the kitchen where physics is so often under discussion. Maybe because that’s where we keep the wine. “I bought two books, “Alice in Quantumland” and “The Wizard of Quarks” I said. “And I read a...

Maxwell’s Silver Hammer Came Down Upon Her Head

Just when I think I’m smart something happens. We were cooking together and I started to put two pieces of bread into the toaster but Jim had gotten there first. I said, “Oh. Here we have some physics. Two objects can’t occupy the same space.”...

License to Drill

“What’s my drill doing in the trash?” my husband asked. The look on his Man Face alerted me to the fact that he was desperately searching for a reason he might likely understand. And he was holding his drill as though it was a priceless work of art,...