As a young person, my mom and I sat on the couch in her “good room” where absolutely no toys were allowed –through the entrance that she only used for guests- and she taught me a few simple stitches of crochet. There I watched Mom work on a blanket, and she would pause to demonstrate loops …Continue reading "Broomstick lace for a happy place"
It creeps and crawls. It slowly chokes me. This anxiety. Especially when I’m alone. In somebody’s company, however, I am pleasantly distracted and feel uplifted. There is a clear reason why I feel this way: a prescription adjustment. Four weeks ago a very tangible shift occurred after my doctor switched me from 125 to …Continue reading "Morning pages"