The dark blue scrap was leftover from a boat making. There must be a lot of these in the basket. Never noticed the hint of a heart before.
And remembering the "boy hearts" piece started years ago . . . it's in a stack, unfinished, somewhere. Started in the middle of a time when I was so unsure of myself as a mama, wondering if I had passed on too much of myself, or if I had enough to give?
K. has been in NYC and New Jersey all week. Just Moon and I here. Years later, I'm still wondering the same things.
