Alline Anderson
Bio
Displaced Californian living at Dancing Rabbit Ecovillage. I dream of France. And Newfoundland. Collage. Dogs. Books. Cakes. Quilts, old & new. She/Her
Insta @MsMilkweed
www.amishquiltingbyhand.com
https://www.etsy.com/shop/MrsMilkweedsJam
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True North
Norma Gardener woke up, sat up in bed, and rubbed her eyes. Then she rubbed them again. “Howard,” she said, nudging the snoring lump beside her in the bed. “Howard!” she repeated, a little louder. “Huh?” said Howard, articulate as ever. “Hey, Norma, turn the lights on.” “Howard, I can’t see,” Norma replied. “I CAN'T SEE!” When he tripped over his house shoes and crashed into the bathroom door, they realized that Howard couldn’t see either.
By Alline Anderson5 years ago in Fiction
A Quilt is More than a Blanket
When she arrived on our doorstep in 1970, my Great Aunt Sadie didn’t look like a revolutionary, much less a person who would change our lives. She looked exactly like what she was; a supremely huggable church-going mother of seven from Utah; short, bespectacled, and just a little plump. I was 13 to her 70 years, and found her to be nurturing in a way I had seldom encountered. She felt like home; I adored her instantly.
By Alline Anderson5 years ago in Families
