The Story Economy Blog

Weeds don’t stop. And since I’m not into weed killer, it’s me against them—all season long, year after year. I pull 150 of them, and the next week, 200 grow back. Just as I’m yanking one by the root, the wind is scattering the seeds for…

He is. He knows what’s in my head. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been wrestling with some issue, and then, precisely at 6:31 a.m. the next morning, his blog lays it out in 7 sentences, and suddenly I understand some aspect of it that I…

When I’m in the process of sewing something, there is always a moment where I have to decide to trust the numbers. I measure and re-measure and make sketches of what the numbers mean and how the fabric is oriented. I draw arrows just in case. I look at…

Monday, someone asked me how it was going. I responded with four words: “Hamster on a wheel.” I am churning and spinning, and at the moment, I am just tired. And uninspired. It’s actually not because I’m working too hard. Work generally…

A year ago this month, my uncle passed away suddenly. I wrote about it over on my old sewing blog, offering the best tribute I could in that week following.But what has stuck with me more than anything in these last 12 months is something the priest said…