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Why are we waiting? We are waiting for those who have the disease to fight their fights all the way to the end. We are waiting for the...

Prepped and ready. Toilet paper and cans of beans, hand soap and pasta, paper towels and bags of chips. Here we go. But where are we...

“Wood evolved as a functional tissue of plants and not as a material designed to satisfy the needs of woodworkers.”* And yet we...

I don't like feeling vulnerable. It scares me. But the more I learn about wood, the more I realize that if I'm ever going to grow I have...

For some people the hardest thing to say is “I love you.” For others it’s “I’m sorry.” The most difficult words for me are “This is what...

Sound affects me. And so it affects my work. There is a moment in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance when the narrator takes his...

“It’s not going to go,” Michael said. His face was hidden on the other side of the giant wardrobe. I was left to judge his mood from his...

"The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place...

If you visit my wood shop and look around for a while, you'll probably notice them, and you'll probably say something. Something like,...

Working wood is always a rhythm. The mallet strikes the chisel, then raises up, then strikes it again. The hand plane sweeps the board,...

I revisit The Missing Piece regularly, ever since a friend gave me the little book two decades ago. I see myself in the story. The little...

There it is. I was looking for it. I was starting to wonder if I'd find it at all, after coming all this way. A plane over the Atlantic,...

Who was it that first decided we should hide from view the parts of furniture that make a piece function? Who first said we need to...

To own a thing made, from start to finish, by a single pair of hands is a privilege that is now nearly extinct. Look around your house,...

People are sometimes surprised to see how much a piece of wood can be bent without breaking. To which I always say, Watch what a tree...

Image: Bones by Corinne Schulze, used by permission I sanded all day today. My hands are dry, raw, sensitive. I can feel the texture of...

Whenever I meet someone for the first time and they find out what I do for a living, invariably the next question they ask is, “What kind...

When I was 26 I rented a little gray house in a very old south Austin neighborhood. Before I even signed the lease I decided that the...

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were...

I have a woodworker friend who refuses to work with mesquite. ‘Firewood,’ he calls it. ‘Makes excellent steaks, horrible furniture.’ He...