She brought it back to me, the top a jumble of soft, blue alpaca yarn. “I forgot when I got home,” she said, holding ball, needles and just-begun-scarf-for-her-doll close to her chest. “It happens to me all the time,” I told her. We sat and pulled out the tangled stitches and started with the straight ones, then she got going again and practiced until it sunk into the...
A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.” . ~Maya Angelou