Poem of the Week, by Naomi Shihab Nye
The day after I moved to Minneapolis, I bought a sewing machine. This was in the days of newspaper ads, and I found a used one for $60 and insisted my then-boyfriend and I track it down that very day. That ancient, impossibly heavy machine is what I’ve used to make all the quilts I’ve ever … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Naomi Shihab Nye