11/16/2025
My son got remarried to Diane after his first wife, my granddaughter Ellie's mom, passed away.
One evening, Ellie came to my porch with a sketchbook and fire in her eyes.
"Grandma," she said, "I want to make one hundred blankets for people who sleep outside this winter. So they can be warm. I can sew. I've been watching videos. You can help me, right?"
Of course, I did. Weekends turned into cutting fabric, threading needles. Every blanket had a tiny heart stitched in the corn…