As a teenager, I lost the ability to speak. The one steady thing in my life was my family. They were incredibly supportive. They were also crafters. I wanted to feel united with my family, even if I couldn't express myself verbally.

I taught myself to crochet. As the diagnoses changed as well as the medications. The one constant has been my art and my family. I learned how to talk again, but I still express my affection with yarn. To me, an afghan is a painting you can wrap up in.


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