Unafraid to be frayed
Sep 11, 2019
2 minutes
When I was growing up, my mom attempted to hone my hand-stitching skills by assigning me the household patching duties. Mostly this meant repairing the holes that regularly appeared in my brothers’ jeans.
With three brothers who spent their free time playing pickup games of tackle football and sliding into home plate, I got plenty of practice.
But my patches had brief lives. As soon as
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