by Andi | Dec 16, 2010 | Andi's Book
They are just these little stuffed Christmas ornaments. Stars, angels, hearts that read “Peace.” And tonight, they tipped my anger, the anger that has, I guess, been sitting below my surface, buried in my crushed heart. Why did she not get to finish making... by Andi | Dec 15, 2010 | Andi's Book
There must be 500 yards of fabric in there. My friend says I’m exaggerating, which is possible, but I don’t think so. The closet is full, a card table is full, bins are full. The woman bought fabric. As her best friend said today, “She loved sales,... by Andi | Dec 14, 2010 | Andi's Book, Book Recommendations
“My mother has died.” . . . “Sacred Jesus.” Marie-Joseph crossed herself before taking Catherine’s hand in both hers. “You poor little thing.” Forty-nine years old, and that was exactly how Catherine felt. 36 years old and I... by Andi | Dec 13, 2010 | Andi's Book
He whittled it from some soft wood, probably pine, and then because Mom wanted one, he built a creche for it from a slightly darker wood. Tonight, as I sit in the near darkness of their living room, I can just see it in the place where Mom always put it atop the... by Andi | Dec 13, 2010 | Andi's Book
He whittled it from some soft wood, probably pine, and then because Mom wanted one, he built a creche for it from a slightly darker wood. Tonight, as I sit in the near darkness of their living room, I can just see it in the place where Mom always put it atop the...