The act of quilting is the transformations of meaning and object.
I am driving my father’s car to my hometown to put him in a nursing home.
We had other places we called home, other cities and countries and people who weren’t present that we loved.
When a hard line on intermarriage leads to exclusion.
An unexpected pregnancy, a birth, and a family reunion.
Maniacal clowns and pale men with eyes in their palms are the worst my son has to fear in life. Or so I wish.