I GREW UP IN A DIY HOUSEHOLD. Both my parents are wizards at fixing and making things. By the time they sent me out into the world, I’d learned to frame a wall, knit, crochet, sew, bake bread, quilt, navigate a boat, hang wallpaper, countersink a screw, drill a hole in most materials, jump-start a car, disconnect a toilet, hang a door, solder a pipe — even sponge-paint (it was the 1990s).
My parents will probably be amused by this list, knowing how few of those things I still do. But pushing me to learn was one of the greatest gifts they ever gave me. Just having these skills in my toolbox is empowering: I know that no matter what happens, I can rely on myself to get things done.…
