Inch by Inch: Accepting Hard Things

Over the years, sewing has become a way for me to process life.  When my biological children and I were separated, for the longest time I couldn't even look at my sewing machine.  Because a big part of the reason I started sewing was for them, and "now they were gone."  It was hard.  My…

Playdoh, not Bricks

Family. It comes in many forms, and in today's society is often blended, extended and melded from an assortment of people, many who are at least partially related by blood and many who are not. My family is no different