(Or, What Sewing Has Taught Me About Advancement Services)
When I started sewing, I thought I knew what I was getting into.
Fabric. A sewing machine. Some creative flow. How hard could it
I had been thinking about buying a sewing machine for a while. Not because I had a plan, but because I was spending Tuesday afternoons at a crafty hang group and watching people
Endings do funny things to us.
The big ones. A job loss. A breakup. Losing someone you love. They crack something open and suddenly we’re asking real questions. Who am I now?
Finding Thanks When You’re Tired of Trying
What if I don’t want to be grateful?
I know. Terrible timing. Thanksgiving is around the corner. The internet is about to drown us
Last week, I tried to plan joy.
It was my birthday, and I decided to treat myself to my favorite Canadian restaurant (yes, I’m Canadian, and yes, I live just an hour
