A Crane, A Square and A Pussy

I learned to knit in third grade. A hat and scarf of psychedelic green and orange resulted from my efforts; the colors well indicate the 1970s. Many a gift has been knit for friends and family over the years. As noted in a previous post I have participated in charity-based knitting efforts. In the past…

A Knitter’s Legacy

Grandma Elizabeth’s Crocheted Afghan, Margaret sleeping on it. In 2011, I participated in the community art project, “You Are the Chosen One.” We had the option of submitting words to go with our square. I have revised those words for this post. “I tell people I come from a long line of Irish American working…

Worthy of a Henry

This was originally penned in 2010, and revised for The Engineers’ Daughter, I wrote this story and posted it on my company’s social media site. As I hung up the phone with Salem, my friend and colleague, the beginning of a notion stirred in my mind. His year had been hard–full of personal loss–and with…