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Footstool’s Maloof-style Joinery Revealed

As managing editor, one of my duties is to pull together the “Letters” column for each issue, so please send in your questions or comments for me, the other editors or even for magazine contributors. We’ll do our best to provide answers as soon as we can. As I worked on...

A Woodworking Disorder

Most of us share this pathological habit that’s hard to break. By Peter Franks Page 64 I have a problem. A compulsion, really. It’s not as serious as, say, alcoholism, a food addiction or an unhealthy fascination with Megan Fox. But it’s a problem. Fortunately, most people are too polite to point it out. Or...

End Grain: It Comes Down to the Cut

Thoughts on woodworking and the art of growing up with Zen. By Wilbur Pan Page 68 Because I’m of Chinese descent, it’s probably not a surprise that I found myself drawn to Japanese tools when I started woodworking, and that I wanted to learn how they worked and how they were used. At first...

End Grain: A Teacher’s Seat

Imperfect woodworking often imparts the best lessons. By Scot O'Shea Page 68 A good friend asked me if I could help his son put together a chair he wanted to make and like a good neighbor, I said, “Sure, I will be happy to look at it and offer a little advice.” That was...

Congratulations to the End Grain Contest Winners

First, thank you for the many fine articles you sent in for our End Grain contest – I had the pleasure of reading more than 250 funny, poignant and/or philosophical tales of woodworking. And while I enjoyed every one of them, it did make for a difficult job in selecting winners....

End Grain: Full Circle

Paddling through a woodworking past. By Eric Heydorn Page: 64 From the February 2012 issue #195 Buy this issue now. I was 3 years old and I was in toddler heaven – the dirty, dangerous, totally awesome garage. My dad had actually invited me out to the garage to help him make … something....

End Grain: The Apprentice

Persistence (and a crazy mother) can help. By Elia Bizzarri Page: 64 From the November 2011 issue #193 Buy this issue now I slept on a cot in the loft of the shop, cooked on a portable burner, and walked my dirty dishes through the garden to the basement sink. Curtis Buchanan walked in at...