Counting our Blessings
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...
Life’s Pieces
“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...







