A. had spent the last hour moping around upstairs, sure that her beloved computer game was forever corrupted by her own barely considered and swiftly enacted change of her computer’s resolution. Click. Click. Black. It had happened too quickly for her to back out. Control-Z. Restart. Still black. It was at that point that she’d lost all touch on reality and the wailing started. Like the woman in mourning as her husband burns on the funeral pyre, A. reeled with grief, the tears and strained moans coming haphazardly. She had fallen into the black abyss and her brother came to save her.
This is who I am.
Sewing madly, parenting alone, petting fabric, writing our family travel memoir, working in social media/marketing, living in Portland, dreaming about Vietnam, eating gluten free, seeking out adventures, teaching sewing, making plans and wishing, hoping, dreaming. Always.
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