I was standing outside on my lunch break when a message appeared from a long ago friend. She had a question for me. Could I call? I was intrigued, a mystery! I pressed her number. “Well, hellllooo Megan,” she said in her familiar deep voice. She always greeted me that way - back when we’d … Continue reading How To Remember
Even in the tree lined suburbs of America, where opportunity abounds, there is still a need for the supportive fabric that emerges when people gather together. It preserves the oldest roadmap of time—the stories of others as a compass for all.
I wasn’t yet five when I arrived at my first knitting shop with my mom and her knitting bag of confusing shapes that eventually turned into a sweater. The shop was tucked into the side of a hill and the door seemed perched on a slope. I noticed that there wasn’t a sign from the … Continue reading Wool as Witness
I was packing up for our annual family camp trip and considering some options in case of rainy days. I had two new books I was excited to read and those were in. Other years I had brought my guitar along with piles of sheet music that I was struggling to learn --but it had … Continue reading Confession