Humanity can make you lose heart these days, which is why I treasure a 3” x 2.5” swatch of pink fabric given to me by a man I’ve never seen. When my decades-old sewing machine broke down, replacing it was low priority because I really only used it for mending or making mittens. The reason…
In Praise of Neighbors
“Are the kids still up?” my husband asked as our minivan turned down the driveway. I strained to see through the trees. “Everything looks black.” Our teenagers usually lit up the house, played loud music, watched movies and gorged on junk food during our rare absences. “Someone’s been here.” He pointed to tire tracks in…
Constance Colson-Clay 