I arrived at my mother’s house late last night.
Today I ate ground bologna sammiches and drank Vernor’s Ginger Ale. If you’re not from the Midwest you may not have any appreciation for these things but they meant an awful lot to me today.
My mother and sister quilt:
I brought along a wee embroidery project so that I wouldn’t feel left out:
My mother and I will sit together and stitch and talk a bit. I will be careful not to let her see how careless I am with my work.
And then she will turn on Fox News and I will go to bed. With my lips stitched together tightly.