“I’ll meet you here when the war is over.” I waited for you. The days became weeks. I waited. He’ll come, I knew. The weeks
“I’ll meet you here when the war is over.” I waited for you. The days became weeks. I waited. He’ll come, I knew. The weeks
Both Fictional and Non
plus a teff (a fine grain) of tefillah
Embroiderer, Book Artist and Printmaker
fabric, fiber, stitch: art
..... Mostly about things I create...
Stories and home activities from Eastern Pennsylvania
Books, Writing, & The Cozy Life
Reading books, playing games, doing stuff...
Author Aspiring
Verse and Views
the joy of creativity
Tales of quilting, gardening and cooking from the Kingdom of Chiconia
Sisters in stitches, Quilting together.
The Happy Wordcrafter
Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
...moments of unexpected clarity
A bit of this, a bit of that, the meandering thoughts of a dreamer.
