“If adventures will not befall a young lady in her own village, she must seek them abroad.” ― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey Our daughters are potted plants, yearning for the deck or porch after a long season indoors. It’s time for big sky, for wind and rain. It’s time for the occasional dandelion fluff to drift… Continue reading On being a cardigan
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A Year of Grieving Comfortably
The first time I put on a piece of my mother’s clothing – excepting for frequent try-ons of a pair of metallic gold dress shoes that lured me into her closet when I was young -- was the night she died. A sudden stroke last Easter weekend became an instant, irreversible coma. She lingered only… Continue reading A Year of Grieving Comfortably
Nora Edinger -- JOY Journal 