Belonging, Sanctuary and Silver Threads

I’m sitting down to write this on September 28th. My dad would have been 74 years old today. But, as he only made it to his 68th year, he isn’t here to sip this celebratory whiskey with me. I’ll have to drink it alone, which makes me laugh. He once told me that he never …

Scissors, thread, and measuring tape

My Mother’s Sanctuary

Without needing a word for it, my mother made her love manifest in everything around her. I found my first sanctuary in her arms, and in every corner of my childhood home.