LIKE COMING HOME
’m a zip-lock bag knitter, which means I knit things that fit in zip-lock bags, like hats and fingerless mitts. Small, portable things that I can take wherever I go. I learned to knit almost twenty years ago after my five-year-old daughter Grace died suddenly from a virulent form of strep. In the months that followed I couldn’t read or write, but I learned to knit. I knit my way through grief, back to something like hope. Knitting still calms me, centers me, keeps me focused. It’s no surprise that when we got locked down Fly Girl
