Mrs. R was a patient woman who coached me through five years of adult piano lessons. Sage quips rolled off her tongue, salve for my frustration and disappointment. It was her notion that “there is a season for everything” that had the strongest stick-value, and I hope she would be flattered to know that I…
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Sewing My Way Home
How was I to find my way back after the intensity of the past two years of writing and last weekend’s graduation? The answer was sewing. Mimi Kirchner’s Purl Girl pattern has been tempting me for months. So I abandoned all sense of reason and grown-up responsibility and unplugged from the world for a few…