Friends who can accept you, even when the rules change like that, are gold.

Not all stories are told with words.

Some of us need the love of others to see ourselves clearly in the mirror.

Seeing the future sounds cool until you get this two-second flash and have no idea what it means, or if it will really happen.

Sometimes the best gifts are the ones with tiny little magic or only the magic in our hearts and our toes.

We knitters know all about addiction, dear. The trick is to pick passions that fuel your soul.

I’m pretty good at most things where immaturity is an asset.

Sometimes, when enough bad things happen to someone, you begin to believe you don’t deserve the miracles.

I rode Caro's bike down a hill with no hands, and then I went sock shopping because I was sad to say goodbye to Alfred, and the socks were cute, but there was this purple lace bra." She ground to a halt, cheeks steaming. "It was the same color as Alfred.

Only two bags, huh?" Helga was eighty, feisty, and the fastest knitter Elsie had ever seen. “We’ll have to work on that. It’s not a respectable stash until it has its own room.