In the 1990's a dream of mine came true when I bought a floor-standing quilting frame. I still remember the excitement of opening the box and putting the frame together. Most people probably think that hand-quilting is about as exciting as watching grass grow, but sitting at a frame with a quilt stretched across it was where I wanted to be.
Managing the Ps that Bring Writers to their Knees
Osprey 🌲🌱🌲🌱🌲 In August I volunteered to lead a session of Write In Louisa , a writers' group that meets monthly in a neighborin...
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W hen the service ended, I walked through the church doors and down the front steps, and there stood Samuel (not his real name), waiti... -
M y niece announced on social media that she wrote and published a book. When I read the post, I reacted with quiet jealously, coiling... -
I found an old bucket in the woods and planted a mum in it. Over the years, the roots of this plant have been buried under snow, froz...