by Darlene L. Turner | Feb 14, 2011 | quilting, relationships | Mama's Patchwork
“Where are we going?” I said as I sat in the front seat of the car. Jeff leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “It’s a secret.” “Secrets? I love secrets.” I giggled as Jeff pulled the car out of the driveway. It was Valentine’s Day and it had been perfect so far. We...
by Darlene L. Turner | Feb 7, 2011 | quilting, relationships | Mama's Patchwork
“Simon says touch your toes,” Murray said to the group of us playing the game. I reached down and touched my toes. “Simon says twirl around.” I obeyed. “Scratch your head.” I obeyed. “Darlene, you’re out! I didn’t say Simon says.” “Ahh, I did it again,” I said as I...
by Darlene L. Turner | Jan 31, 2011 | quilting, relationships | Mama's Patchwork
I held my foot as I sobbed. “Mommy, will it leave a scar?” “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 | Jan 24, 2011 | quilting, relationships | 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 | Jan 17, 2011 | quilting, relationships | Mama's Patchwork
“Don’t throw those out,” Mom said. I looked at the different pieces of fabric in my hands. Triangles, rectangles, 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 useless,”...
by Darlene L. Turner | Jan 10, 2011 | quilting, relationships | Mama's Patchwork
She watched her husband from a distance. He seemed confused as to what direction he should go. He turned left, stopped, and looked to his right. He took a step that way. Stopped. Turned around. He seemed lost. A look of trepidation came over his face. “Strange,” she...
