My Mother’s Quilt Became My Wedding Skirt, but a Family Situation Tested Its Meaning

to manage, she started cutting pieces from our old clothes. Night after night, she stitched them together until they became a thick, colorful quilt. She told me every piece already “knew us,” because it came from moments we had lived together. That quilt kept us warm during the coldest months of my childhood, but more importantly, it became a symbol continue reading …