Forty-nine months and a couple of days. THAT is how long it took to finish my daughter's memory quilt. The one for her wedding which was just about four years ago. Blood, sweat, and tears. I carried my heart, the... Read more →

In the beginning she told herself they were small things; no matter at all. She placed them, one by one, in the small carved box at the back of a closet and said, no matter, it is no matter at... Read more →