by Andi | Aug 26, 2011 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
“They broke it into pieces – they broke it apart – merely to put it back together again with the barest of spaces between the fragments.” from “Opalescent” by Brenda Miller This morning I spent a couple of hours trying to put... by Andi | Aug 25, 2011 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
Up the hill from my house there is a graveyard. It sits in a copse of trees surrounded by a deteriorating stone wall. Most who know these farms well know it’s there, but I don’t think anyone really visits there except me. In the late afternoons sometimes, I walk... by Andi | Aug 25, 2011 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
Up the hill from my house there is a graveyard. It sits in a copse of trees surrounded by a deteriorating stone wall. Most who know these farms well know it’s there, but I don’t think anyone really visits there except me. In the late afternoons sometimes, I walk... by Andi | Aug 5, 2011 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
It’s impossible for me to resist. When I see a crocheted tablecloth or afghan or even a doily that I can get my hands on, I slide every one of my fingers through the holes between the yarn. I love to feel the strands slide into the webby flesh between my... by Andi | Aug 5, 2011 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
It’s impossible for me to resist. When I see a crocheted tablecloth or afghan or even a doily that I can get my hands on, I slide every one of my fingers through the holes between the yarn. I love to feel the strands slide into the webby flesh between my...