Monthly Archives: January 2007

Part of the Waldorf curriculum is a class called handwork. In the lower grades it involves knitting things like chickens and baby dolls. In the upper grades, felting (not to be confused with felching) and sewing machines are intoduced. Over … Continue reading →

For the most part I am not confrontational. Almost daily I work on being more direct, but as far as standing up and letting my fury rip -I usually reserve that for those in my inner circle. However, since my … Continue reading →

It is so rare that the kids and I have an afternoon together during the winter months. I work on the ski mountain during the winter and then have the side gig hanging garland that takes up my time. Loren … Continue reading →

Neither my mother nor I have lived much of our lives without a man in the house. My mother went straight from home to college and then marrying my father. I went from home to college, to living with a … Continue reading →

Lately I have been seriously thinking about letting him go. There are so many places that would better suit him, places that could better satisfy his everyday needs. Last week I thought about eBay. Just yesterday I wondered if maybe … Continue reading →

Cassidy never does anything that is not waaaayyyy over the top in the drama department. Her most recent display is the raised rash that cover her body from hairline to the mid-thigh region. It came on yesterday afternoon in a … Continue reading →

I have a few favorite bloggers I like to read everyday, or most days when I can fight off the spawn and make it to my laptop. Of course I read Dooce, who doesn’t. To not read her would be … Continue reading →

We here at Craven Manor are a gaseous lot by lineage. Though my father could easily rip a raunchy one from time to time, I suspect it is a trait that comes mostly from my mother’s side of the family … Continue reading →

I cannot even begin to express my relief over the fact that 2006 has ended. Last year, gone but a day now, was a string of the worst 365 days of my short existence. It was a time when I … Continue reading →