Monthly Archives: June 2015

It isn’t a quilt So stop calling it a quilt when it’s a comforter.   Calling it a quilt is an insult, a denigration of the countless hours I’ve spent,  hunched over a table, making tiny stitches by hand, in a … Continue reading →

I am also a woman I am married I am 62 years old I am the youngest child of five girls I am no more ashamed of being white than I am ashamed of being a woman, married, 62 or … Continue reading →