Annie's prototype. Not exactly this pattern because it won't hold its shape; but you get the general idea, I think. Also, it is NOT going to be green. If it had a cable pattern, I suppose it could be green.... Read more →

My Aunt Annie. Not so sure about this selfie business. Heather, I don't know how to do this. Yes you do. You're doing it right now. She was seventeen when I was born, and married at twenty; three and a... Read more →

I was coming of age, and she was coming into her own. She fought battles for me well before I knew I'd need them. She was tenured at Columbia University in 1972; just about the time I informed my parents,... Read more →