2019 · Grief

Mom’s Blue Fabric

I was just going along my merry way, pressing fabric to organize my quilt room and as the iron hit the fabric the thought of my own mother came to mind.  The smell of the heat to the fabric brought back a familiar scent.  Even if my eye (memory) can't recall something a smell can… Continue reading Mom’s Blue Fabric

2016 · family · Grief

If I Had More Time with Them

The scenario goes something like this.  As I sat at the sewing machine that my mother once made things with, gazing out the window, with the view of the memory garden I started this summer something happened.  My mind starting trickling in things I would do with my parents if I had just a short… Continue reading If I Had More Time with Them