By the time I got up this morning and came out, Miriam was gone. Without her, it was a quieter day because she was always telling stories. She was the life of the party!

Today, I feel like a threshold was crossed. Monday and Tuesday, I was just getting acquainted with the other quilters, but today, at least for me, the women here were beginning to feel more like friends. Especially Karen. I opened up and told her my life’s story and she listened in a deep way. She used to be a nurse and she has that sort of compassionate feel about her. She’s been sitting across the sewing table from me every day, so I have talked with her more than the others, but they are all very friendly.