There’s nothing more satisfying than working with my hands. Nothing comes close. The joy it brings can be flat-out therapeutic, if not downright spiritual, especially after a good day in the shop. I first discovered this rock-solid truth as a boy when my father taught me how to cut my first pine board with a tape measure, pencil line and a handsaw. I realized quickly that with my hands and a few simple tools, possibilities were endless. And now, after decades of countless wood projects, creative endeavors, and tinkering on all scales, I have learned to trust my hands and to always believe in what they are capable of. Let’s call it an acquired confidence, though I certainly know my limits.

So, whether it be making things, fixing things, painting, cleaning, working in the garden or just pushing a broom — you can count me in.