I’ve learned a few things about ghosts: pay no attention to them, and ghosts disappear on their own.
Spring has arrived, and to celebrate Ostara, a stroll around the Morikami Japanese gardens is a welcome respite from the week's hectic demands.
Coming out is a journey of becoming, of stripping layers of falsehoods, and coming to terms and embracing the real you.
I thought I'd share some of my favorite knitted toques. I'm proud of my efforts, even though these are the third, fourth, and oft-times fifth versions of the hat.
I threaded the yarn around the Maori fish-hook to keep tension, the woman next to me turned, smiled, and said, “Just like my grandmother knitted.”