When I was nine, my mom taught me how to sew.
I don’t know what it was about fourth grade that made her think I was ready. Maybe I’d been asking for way too long already. Maybe she realized I was too cautious to hurt myself. Maybe she was around that age when her own mom taught her. Though I don’t remember my grandma ever sewing anything. She must have at some point, right? Before she was thrust into a world of capitalism and Kohl’s coupons?Read More