Tag Archives: Brain Quilting

The kids are in bed, the cat naps, Sam is reading the paper, and all is peaceful.  I’m sitting with the glow of the computer on my face and a hot mug of Irish Breakfast Tea at my side.  Now, … Continue reading →

The other day I was sitting on the couch nursing Atticus and letting my brain wander.  I realized that my haphazard, wandering thoughts aren’t very disconnected.  Each snippet of thought, or idea, or memory is a piece of me.  Pieced … Continue reading →