stitched while sitting
on a bench
in portland.

p.s. i received an email last night from a new friend,
a woman who is a kickass writer,
telling me that there’s a problem with my comment system.
a problem leaving comments, specifically.
the good news is that i am with my son who an help me sort this out.
the bad news is that it might be sunday night before we have time.


She draws, I stitch.
She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
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