What is your Comfort Food story? by the Dreaded Woodworker I do not know about y’all, but when I was growing up, the kitchen in my home was the place to be! EVERYONE entered the house from the back door which just happened to open into the kitchen. There were so many fun and good memories made in that kitchen. We would spend hours there visiting with family and friends. The kitchen was the place to be because that is where the…
How You Know When It’s Time to Pivot in Your Business By Evelyn Helminen What’s In a Name? Here’s the truth. Giving something a name is hard for me to do. I don’t enjoy it, I don’t feel like I’m good at it, and I’m intimidated by the permanence of it. How do you capture the essence of a thing through its name? What if it’s not right? I over think it so much, I end up with no name…
I have ALWAYS been an out-of-the-box type of guy. I do not let stereotypes dictate how I live my life. For example, in 1985, my best friend Sean and I joined Sandusky High School Ski Club. He and I were the ONLY two African Americans kids in the club.
The year was 1979. I was ten years old and full of spunk. I had a love for BMX bikes, skateboards, baseball, and all things outdoor-related.
I haven’t shared any of this with TJ yet, but I’ma set some goals from now until the end of the year. That’s 89 days from now.
You ever wear a hoodie? Yeah, me too. I love them! And I can wear them without fear of any issues. Not true for TJ.
People don’t generally question my actions when I am minding my own business, going about my day. Read more about the mundane things I do…
In wood working, it rarely goes as planned. It’s rarely straight-forward. The flub can sometimes be fixed, but often we need to scrap it and start completely over. This is a story about a flub that flopped.
TJ and I are an interracial couple. On the surface, he is black and I am white. But the cultural part beyond race is much more fascinating.
