“I just want more of her.” A wonderful piece on the late lamented food writer, Laurie Colwin.

Trying to Fix What Can’t Be Fixed

Trying to Fix What Can’t Be Fixed

Dear Kay, MUCH has happened since last I wrote. My duties as one of four co-chairs of the Eighth Grade Pancake Breakfast are now complete, after a 3 am wakeup and a respectable serving of 1,500 breakfasts on Friday morning. The only mishap, other than running out of sausage and pancake cooks who did not want to stop making pancakes, happened here: (That’s 3,700 pieces of bacon being laid out to meet its destiny. The stuff of dreams and...

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Skatepark Steek

Skatepark Steek

Dear Kay, To give you a sense of how gone I am on this Donegal project, I packed up the entire knitting command center–the charts, the swatches, the backup skeins of yarn, the Alice Starmore Celtic Collection book because I’d failed to photocopy the page I needed, the whole megillah–and took it to the skatepark for a three-hour stint while Clif wallowed in his subculture and I in mine. O what a scene it was, with all this mess...

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Dateline: Witch City

Dateline: Witch City

Dear Kay, Ahhhh, greetings from Massachusetts, hon! The plague known as Our Family on the Move is laying waste to lower New England, having landed in Providence, spent a few days in Boston, and now hunkered down in Salem, Mass. We’ve hit the Freedom Trail, the Heritage Trail, and at this point will follow any painted red line on a sidewalk wherever it goes. The Knitting Situation: Up front, I have to tell you that the knitting this week...

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Breaking News: Passing It Forward

Breaking News: Passing It Forward

Dear Kay, I don’t know why it never occurred to me that I wasn’t the only person in the world who was squirreling away Rowan Donegal Lambswool. It just seemed like a weird thing to be doing. I was all settled into a nice, long process of collecting yarn for my Donegal sweater. So when I got an email yesterday from Mary o’ Texas, announcing that she had almost all the yarn I was missing for the Donegal sweater project–and...

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A Grinding Halt

A Grinding Halt

Dear Kay, I don’t think I can properly capture exactly what has been going on in terms of my knitting recently. Actually, I have been reluctant to go into it, because it really does feel like I’ve been in a dark place. A little compulsive. A little too far gone. Even for us, and that is saying something. Here’s the thing: I finished that Keava Fair Isle sweater; I wallowed around in the landscaping for a while; I folded and...

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The Cure for Finishitis: Actually Finishing

The Cure for Finishitis: Actually Finishing

Dear Kay, Well, I know you’ll be relieved to hear that last night, at 9:48 pm CDT, in my favorite knitting chair, I finally arrived at the mountaintop. There it is: the last stitch of Alice Starmore’s Keava. For the record, I started this sweater in March 2004, back when George W. Bush was our president, back when our trade deficit was huge, back when we were in a two-front war in the Middle East–O how times have changed! When...

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March Madness, Indeed

March Madness, Indeed

Dear Kay, I was so crabby after Davidson’s noble effort last night that I ended up in my closet, rooting around in what is the inevitable crapheap of my life. A bad mood always sends me toward cleaning up, so at least something came of that so-close-yet-so-far ending to the Kansas-Davidson game. The whole issue of my closet is really irritating to me. It’s one of those closets that has all these cubbies and shelves and clothes...

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