This Prisoner’s Final Meal

It’s no secret I’m my grandpappy’s child. We’re cut from the same cloth him and I. Dreamy and contemplative, often lost to our thoughts. And with a mom working the occasional evening shift, I was often fobbed off on her folks. Without fail, it was my Papa who tucked me into bed at night and […]

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The Art of Quilting (or, I Have Hope)

So today, we remember those who would not be voiceless… Those agents of change… Those who took centre stage against one of the fiercest of regimes. I salute you and your brave deeds leave me humbled. We have not come as far as I’d hoped by now. But there is room for growth each day […]

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The Gift of Kintsugi: A Love Letter

Dearest Golden Repair    Broken pieces have always found their way into my life. It’s no wonder I love my mosaic mirror so… Yet another gift and reminder that I am so very loved. Funny that. And stories that tell of gathering up the scattered fragments of the world, like the Myth of the Shattering […]

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