Several weeks ago, my Uncle Ron came by our house one evening and brought me a box of old photos, post cards, and letters that had been my grandfather’s. Ron’s wife, my Aunt Barbara, passed away in 2014 and had held on to these things after her parents (my grandparents) passed away. Ron has recently... Continue Reading →
The story of how I made knitting a baby blanket way harder than it should be, but it turned out to be a pretty good metaphor
Back in 2018, after being diagnosed with pre-endometrial cancer in my endometrial lining, I did something strange as I began the visits with the oncologist and started treatment. I began to knit a baby blanket. Seeing as how I had never really knit anything before and I was as seemingly as far away from having... Continue Reading →