So Much Sadness

Aside from some book reviews, I’ve not blogged in a while. I just haven’t had any words. Plenty to say, but I couldn’t find the words. There are a lot of reasons for that. Maybe it’s more accurate to say I don’t want to find the words. Putting the last few months into...

The Cursed, Blasted Tenths

We lost Simcha yesterday. He’s our striped kitten, just over eight years old. Sweet, quirky, more than a little squirrelly, he’s always been one of the sweetest cats we’ve ever had. He could also hold a grudge like nobody’s business, that cat. If you sneezed while he...

Oh, so emotional…

I’ve been struggling with the idea of writing this post for a while. I had to wait until I was in the right frame of mind to do it. I’m not sure I’m there still, but I can’t hold the words back any longer. For me, writing is therapy. I can work through things via my...

The Old Quilt

There’s just something about a quilt. Not the cheap kind you buy that comes from other countries, sewn in a factory. The kind someone makes by hand. Low-loft cotton batting, soft and faded fabric. That kind. The old kind. I am fortunate to own several such quilts....