It's not the first time it's broke, and I'm sure it won't be the last. The dollhouse my grandma built has had quite the journey over the years, to which it's landed at my new house I just moved into back in Wisconsin. I say "back" because I grew up in Wisconsin, Madison to be… Continue reading How it broke: The dollhouse my Grandma built, its similarities to my new house, and how I’m fixing it
It hung on the wall next to my bed when I was a little girl. It was right at my eye level even if I was laying down with my head on my pillow. This way I could see everything right up close. I loved to run my fingers over all the raised areas my… Continue reading How a stitchery picture inspired my bedtime stories
I remember my grandma Mary Jean floating in her neighbors' pool, stretching her legs out, and saying, "Don't I have pretty feet? I think I have pretty feet. Aren't they pretty?" She was always so proud of her feet and it was a feature she took care of and felt good about on her body.… Continue reading Two Hair Stories: my grandma the beautician and lice in the school library (Part 1)
