One stitch at a time

I caught my reflection in my mother’s mirror, which showcased her newest of many quilts and that classic photo of her parents on the porch next to the roses at the house in New Jersey, as I was deep in thought about how she has stitched together a life. She has survived three cancers, numerous…

Crossing the bridge

I have been crossing the bridge as a parent, and my job is now done. My older daughter, a full-fledged adult now after being graduated from the University of Pittsburgh as a Chancellor’s Scholar last year, has been living and working in Los Angeles for the length of time it took to birth her. My…