If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least befriend a talking dog?
Life constantly throws me curve balls. I know I'm not the only one. And I hope I'm not the only one who occasionally succumbs to the hopelessness that stems from unexpected illnesses, sudden changes in plans, and a bone-deep weariness that makes everything feel pointless. I feel like I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel... Continue Reading →
This morning, I came across a note to myself that says: "Maybe I should give up quilting." This was a scary thought for me. I've been quilting for over two decades. I have a studio full of fabric, thread, batts, and unfinished quilts. It's not uncommon for me to think I need to cut back... Continue Reading →
