Whenever I read or hear somebody's sad comments on his or her stormy relationship with a sibling, my heart fills up with pity. Me, I got...

Sometimes I think my whole life to date could be summarized as a struggle for balance. This weekend, for a short time, I achieved it. Knitti...

(Author's Note and Disclaimer: It was late. I couldn't sleep. Much of this is tongue-in-cheek. If it riles you up, you probably shou...

If you spend any time at all reading blog comments you'll have noticed a sudden and depressing wave of spam comments. As my parents have...

Don't even get me started about last night's commute. Just please don't even ask . Okay, fine . Here's the short form: Wo...

I heart New York. I've wanted to live there since I was a kid. I'd turn on "Sesame Street" and watch the segments shot in ...

I'm back from New York City. It was hot, it was crowded, it was delicious and I hated to leave. Pictures and story tomorrow. Try, until ...

I'm on my lunch break. The first one I've had this week. It's only 15 minutes long, but that's better than nothing. My Stitc...

(My Stitches Midwest 2005 Diary, should you care to read it, begins here .) If you were hoping for a photo essay, I am sorry I cannot give y...

(Continued from here .) Saturday Morning: Intarsiapallooza Today, as the wrap-up to my first Stitches (I would like for it to not be my last...

(Continued from here .) Friday Night: The Fashion Show As Jon, Robert and I head into the ballroom for the evening’s dinner and fashion show...

(Continued from here .) Friday’s Class: Lace Knitting the Russian Way Class starts at 8 a.m. I am sleepy. After spending half a week’s salar...

(Continued from here .) Thursday Night: The Market Preview I make a quick call to C to let him know I have survived my first class and that ...

(Continued from here .) Thursday Afternoon: Estonian Lace I am sitting and waiting for Nancy Bush’s “Knitting Estonian Lace” class to begin....

Thursday Morning (Continued from here .) Stitches Midwest 2005 is not really happening in Chicago. It’s happening at Rosemont, a convention ...

Wednesday Night It is 10 p.m. I am picking over the contents of my knitting bag, suspicious that items packed four days ago and since checke...

I went over to Katie's office to show her some copy I'd just written. While I was there she asked for my comments on a postcard she...

Kids, it's going to be a rough week, so don't expect to hear much from me. These are just some quick notes. Half of them are more fo...

There's this gigantic and famous Paul Gaugin painting at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, with the title painted helpfully right on th...

I'm perplexed. So many of you seemed to think there is something naughty about an innocent game of Poohsticks . What ever do you mean? M...