No politics… just yarn, beads, memories, and love.

For just a few minutes, I had to take my mind off the demise of Democracy. So I opened my mother's cedar chest to remind me of my roots.

This is Essay #115

The digital drumbeat of America’s collapse is really taking its toll on me. 😳 And probably you as well. I dug into my massive collection of pictures and I found something that took me way back. It was as if the women in my family were reaching out to me.

If you even know what a cedar chest is, or if you’ve ever been in a Ben Frank…