It was a cold Saturday morning. I had a pile of oak logs to cut. I put on my boots […]

I almost ruined my chainsaw one Saturday morning. I was in a rush to cut a log and ignored a

I remember the first time I tried to fire up my Stihl chainsaw. It was a crisp Saturday morning in

I used to dread cutting firewood. It was a crisp Saturday morning last fall. I was in the backyard, trying

It was a humid Tuesday in my garage. I was trying to fit a simple door hinge. I was hot

It was a Tuesday night in my garage. I was turning a maple bowl. I went for a final pass.

I still remember the smell of burnt fingertips from my first project. I tried to join two wires while holding

I still remember the frustration of trying to fix a simple broken headphone wire years ago. I was using a

I still recall that distinct smell. It wasn’t solder flux. It was the scent of my own knuckle hair singing

I used to think I was just bad at soldering. I remember sitting in my garage on a rainy Saturday,