Crocheting in Heaven

I twisted and pulled the crochet needle, the yarn slipping through my fingers one evening as I worked. I was someone who got bored easily, and my idle thoughts could turn to distress. Crocheting was the perfect distraction. It was something I picked up later in life, but the hobby was a godsend. It soothed me when I got lost in sadness about my biological mother.

When I was only a few months old, my toddler sister, Marlene, and I were taken from our mother and put into foster care. Once our father was contacted, he and my stepmother