I had learned how to crochet at an early age, from one of my aunts.  She only knew two stitches and only crocheted with cotton thread, and a small steel hook.  She also only made one item…a potholder that looked pretty and was serviceable, but after making a few, they

“My mother committed suicide when I was 2½ years old.”  I used to wear that sentence on my sleeve so to speak, using it whenever I needed a little sympathy, a passage through a tough time, or even just recognition of any kind.  Sometimes I even found myself reciting it

I moved back up to the northeast in the latter part of the year 2000, and worked for one of my sisters for about 6 months.    Then I found myself moving back to the area where I had raised my son. By this time ‘911’ had happened and the

I am a firm believer that anyone who feels alone in life ought to own a pet.   My personal choice is a cat.  I have owned a few dogs, and all of them have been wonderful pets and companions, but the cats I have owned have always been a

While cleaning off one of my work benches in my little woodworking shop I have in the basement, I came across a copy of a quick note I had sent my son a few years ago.  After seeing what the note said, I realized that it was a longer time

Raising a son when you had no clue what being a ‘mom’ was all about was hard enough. Raising a son on your own and the only parent example you had was a dad who clearly thought his children were insignificant obstacles was terrifying.   When my son was about