. . . or am I? I find myself reading other blogs by quilters who piece quilts but also create art quilts and I wonder if that is me. I read and see different things in my field of interest and wonder "Who am I?…

. . . or as close to it as I can get these days. It seems that the farm that I grew up on is no longer a farm (and thus, no longer my home) because it is a 30-house subdivision. Yeesh!! The school that…

I left here on April 30 in the rain at 6am; it stopped raining outside of Toledo at 3pm-- Yes, 9 hours of rain to drive through . . . it was a lovely time. Then 4 hours later, I arrived at my sister's house…

When we arrived on Thursday, May 1, there was general mayhem and chaos behind the desk. We were told that there was sewing places for the retreat on all three floors of the hotel. In fact, there were only sewing places for quilters on 2…

Why is it that an otherwise intelligent man or woman who has an inquiring mind about everything from politics to science does NOT ask someone with a great deal of knowledge (albeit, book-learning) about God and Jesus Christ and all of that. It has nothing…