Breathe Grace

Seventh grade. Woodshop. Our assignment was to make a simple birdhouse. With the undeveloped attention span and stream-of-consciousness priorities of a thirteen-year-old, I completely ignored  board-foot calculations, and any notion of efficiently using lumber.  I also breezed through the steps that involved applying glue to joints before nailing the pieces together. I recall squeezing glue onto my fingers, and attempting to push and smear the adhesive into the joints. Somehow, I could just feel the presence […]