America was at war in Vietnam.
My father enlisted to avoid the draft.
My dad deserted.
The Canadian Navy opened up to women.
My mother joined on a dare.
They met in Mexico.
They chased each other around the world.
Seven years later they married.
They had five children.
Each child was born in a different state.
I was number four.
I was born in Virginia.
My father is on a lifelong spiritual journey.
I was born as a Mennonite.
I was never truly a Mennonite.
I don’t remember seeing a Mennonite quilting.
I have a fuzzy memory of a church quilt show.
I was an early teenager.
We left the Mennonite church.
Life opened up.
Life became complicated.
I quit making things.
Crafting wasn’t cool, yet.
I went to college.
I’m a Gator.
I got my B.A. in Anthropology.
I got a job as an archaeologist.
I quit.
I went to Europe alone.
Everyone should travel alone.
I came back.
I should have stayed in Rome.
I got another job.
I traveled around the US.
I discovered Craftster.org.
Crafting was cool again.
I got a job in Wyoming in winter.
I met a boy.
The yarn store owner was a b***h.
The quilt shop ladies were nice.
I started quilting.
I decided to go back to graduate school.
I picked textiles.
The University of Nebraska-Lincoln offered me money.
We moved to Nebraska.
I wrote a thesis.
Over 50 people have downloaded it.
Sometimes I wonder what they think.
I haven’t looked at it.
Went to Quilt Market.
It was eye-opening and inspiring.
Still in Nebraska.
Still searching for a job.
Got a job.
Still in Nebraska.
Is this really my life?
