by Darlene L. Turner | Feb 27, 2023 | Darlene L. Turner, Life's Scars, Mama's Patchwork | Mama's Patchwork
“Mommy, will it leave a scar?” I held my foot as I sobbed. “Maybe, but it will remind you never to do that again. Sometimes we have to learn through our scars.” My mom gently cleaned my wound and placed a band-aid on it. I felt instant relief from the hurt. My little...
by Darlene L. Turner | Feb 13, 2023 | Counting our Blessings, crafting, Darlene L. Turner, Mama's Patchwork | Mama's Patchwork
I threw the piece on the floor. “I counted wrong again,” I said to my mom. “This is so frustrating. Why is it so important to count every stitch?” Mom put her cross-stitch piece down, picked up mine from the floor, and sat beside me. “It takes patience, Darlene. You...
by Darlene L. Turner | Feb 6, 2023 | Darlene L. Turner, Life's Pieces, quilting | Mama's Patchwork
“Don’t throw those out,” Mom said. I looked at the different pieces of fabric in my hands. Triangles, rectangles, and strips of different sizes and shapes. Leftovers from larger projects. Scraps, that’s all they were. Confused, I looked back at her. “But they’re...
by Darlene L. Turner | Jan 16, 2023 | Darlene L. Turner, Life's Zigzags | Mama's Patchwork
She studied her husband from a distance. He turned left, stopped, and looked to his right. He took a step that way. Stopped. Turned around. Was he lost? Trepidation twisted his handsome but weathered face. Stange. He had gone to the washroom, so she waited for him on...
by Darlene L. Turner | Dec 12, 2022 | Christmas Baking, Darlene L. Turner | Mama's Patchwork
“Do I have to Mom? It’s so boring!” My whiney voice blared throughout the house. “Yes, and you will thank me one day.” I shuffled into the kitchen and put on an apron. It was Saturday and Mom wanted me to make cookies. I’d rather be playing with my friends or reading...
by Darlene L. Turner | Nov 28, 2022 | Darlene L. Turner, Her Creative Hands | Calming Crafts, Mama's Patchwork
She watched patiently as her daughter attempted to hold the knitting needles in the correct manner. “It doesn’t feel right that way Mom. How about this?” Her youngest daughter held the needles so they were under her fingers not on top like a pencil, as most knitters...
