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.
After all these years, a way of writing is still a way of writing
🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁 A Way of Writing is an essay written by American poet William Stafford (1914 - 1992) and published in nineteen seventy. In th...
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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... -
About ten years ago, a guy named Dean Potter and a friend, Graham Hunt, put on their wingsuits and jumped off a cliff. The wingsuits enabled...
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A milkweed grew up in our front yard, right in front of the house, and it came up as a volunteer. Milkweed, I learned, is the only host pl...