It’s taken me years to write about this. A near and dear story that gets me choked up almost every time I share – and I don’t share it that often. A person or a sewing machine? How about both. Rosie.
Rosie.
Trust, nurture, sew….repeat
Our neighborhood is a full of houses, kids, empty-nesters, and retired farmers. Rosie, a kind woman with turquoise doors, lived at the top of the hill. Often, on my way home, I’d see her walking out to grab her mail and I’d wave each time I drove by and she would graciously return the gesture. Every once in a while I would casually pull my car over to say hello at her mailbox because that’s what neighbors do, right?
