The Gift of Silliness

M_ClaireC

There’s a little game my Mom played with us when we were kids. She’d sit us on her knees, and tell us to “hold on to the reins” as she took our hands and started to sing: This is the way the ladies ride, trit-trot, trit-trot, trit-trot. She’d bounce us carefully on her knees as […]

The Fabric Holds

M_Diana

This life we live is a woven thing. Weaving in and out of each of our stories are some glorious threads that glisten and shine; and then there are those others, the darker ones that cannot reflect light at all. Sometimes, the tension between the two can feel chaotic, without design or beauty. We can […]

Bolts of Color, Yards of Love

M_Cindy

The hand that fed me knew the feel of fabric. My father is in the textile industry. Riding the astounding economic boom of the 80’s in Taiwan, he found success exporting drapery and became a student of window coverings. Our family company’s division of drapery hardware, 735, is responsible for designing and crafting sconces and […]

The Love of a Mother

Nicole Blanket 4

I have read the story of how Moses’ mother hid him in a basket and placed it in the river among the reeds on numerous occasions. For those who wear the lenses of liberation, this is the beginning of the story of the human partner in Israel’s liberation from Egypt. For those who wear the lenses […]

This Given Sunday

M_Megs

People are already streaming past us when we pull into the vast parking lot. A sea of bouncing toddlers, fresh coats of lipstick, and shiny church smiles. The th-thunk of the clutch signals it’s time for us to join the throng. But we sit silently instead. “I’m nervous,” I confess. After a few moments of […]