Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on January 12, 2014 by Jan Wilberg
Today I folded a fitted sheet that my mother made for their bed bought in 1939; I can see her, a young woman, a baby on the way, the geometry and seams perfect. ____________________ This is one in a series of 33-word stories.
Category: WritingTags: making things, mother's sewing


What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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